When I dropped my first album niggas was jocking me tough
And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough
"Well slow it down"
Hell no! I ain't slowing down shit
It's 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick
You know what I'm saying motherfuckers try to front on the Blank
Soon as they think I got paid smoke a blunt with the Blank
Then we get high so high that they think I don't notice
But only if they knew, that's the only way I could focus
Hip hop blues, I'm still paying dues undercover
But they don't see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer
Pawning all of my shit and I couldn't afford to get it back
But still made hits 'cause Dope ain't charged me nothing for the tracks
Cool, much respect due, I see you fool
Motherfuckers don't appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do
Women around Houston seem to think we rich
Because every time they see me I'm rolling with a different bitch
I got a tape, true enough, it's jamming, G
But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D
So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git
When you weren't there when I was making this shit
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Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack
Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?
Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this
And I'll be damned if I let a nigga take this
'Cause it's all about respect and never giving up
But a lot of artists these days just don't give a fuck
I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop
Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop
And what I don't understand to this very day is
How'd all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit
I dig ditches for bitches tha
