The Right One

[Intro]
E.A. Ski what’s up my nigga?
Guess this means I’m officially out the house huh?
OK

[Verse 1]
Being humble I guess you don’t condone
As you pull strings from your throne
But I ain’t never bother nobody
But still I see you can’t leave well enough alone
So this is me not bending
I reject what you’re sending
This ain’t nothing but a rerun, but the extended version with a alternate ending
Habitual line crossers
Clearly oblivious to what remorse is
Taking Sauce Money for weakness
But this ain’t the Preakness, my nigga hold your horses
And I don’t need no help
I guarantee y’all I will be felt

[Verse 2]
I ain’t here to blow smoke or act hard
Or bow down to sucker niggas with black cards
We know your work all to well, you fuck niggas over for a living nigga, that job
We can start with Black Rob
Black I hope you rhyming again
You sent Mase to seek God, Dep Loon reside in the pen Shine did 10
But let’s not confuse the people
Let me address all your blackball shit
You tried to silence my voice for what reason? Now what the fuck you think that gone get?
Me to be quiet? Nope
I hope you don’t think it’s cool to interfere with how I feed my folks
You guessed wrong my nigga
20 years, that’s how long my nigga?
Huh, or maybe I need correcting cause if it ain’t you then who the fuck you protecting
As I start my mission. Your Co-D I got my suspicions
And all I did was give you some hot verses and songs deep enough that you can sing in churches
And if you Godly and bless with the faith, then why the fuck am I out here addressing your hate
Son please, what I gave you for Young G’s
The only way you stand next to the greats BITCH ASS NIGGA!

[Verse 3]
20 fucking years and never said a word
Without being in jail time get serve
When you all alone your mind just swerve
Trying to figure out how do lines get blurred
God hear my prayers, lift a nigga up
I got these snakes all around, just wish a nigga luck
And leave the rest to your man
The proof is in the pudding if I’m to be everything I say I am
I’m confused, don’t hide your hands nigga
Lets spread the news ain’t you the man nigga?
But if you a bitch then I understand nigga
Fuck with me cuz you think you can nigga, yeah I doubt it
My name Sauce Money homie and I’m about it
For all the years and careers that you re-routed
I guarantee you before the nights done
You will know motherfucker you got the right one