Tough Boy

What the fuck niggas know bout cadence?
Niggas sound wack cuz they styles is impatient
I’m one of the reasons niggas don’t trust Haitians
I steal the rock from they team and filay them
No dime... no time
I be thug of the future no slime
I wanna see how much pressure niggas could manage
So I’m bout spit the shit that makes God say damn it
Punch ya face, they say the WZAs just one away
I broke outta the sunken place
I’m no longer the runaway
Had a breakdown Sunday
Revelation Monday
Now my heart beats to the rhythm that the drum plays
Yeah, and I'll take a niggas life
Shoot him and send him to listen to that new phife dawg
No disrespect to the tribe, but y’all knowing
That I’m giving fair warnings to niggas bout where they going
Don’t waste my minutes cause I see past it all
Suck the power out the pussy and I ki blast y’all
Bitches hit me on the gram, wondering if I’m touring
I’m already foreign
Gettin my creative liquor pouring
To the dead homies
I mean the dead women of color who died for them brothers
God, love me? Preacher lied to my mother
I be in the church getting high of the bubba
I miss not existing cause hell was toasty
I’m only in the world because the rap game invoked me
And now I’m in a bag, writing long letters
Having sex in calm settings with a slight domme fetish
I smoke a lot of pot cuz, why not?
Show my mommy I'm high, fuck a eye drop
I don't cry, I’d rather just not be aware
Sleep like a death 13 nightmare
.Step in the lane get played
I got it made, like WCW Starrcade
Pregnant bitches used to roam the desert
And even then you saw wizard inventing spells to the letter
I could bust both nuts and still must come correct
And till I do that then ya mama won't rest
So imma ressurect it very calmly
I flick my tounge in a pentagram, and now she a zombie
And you was holding your chin when I snuffed ya
Hustler, I don’t have the same morals as a customer
I try make it so you bums can’t relax
I'll clap my brothers if they ever turn they backs
On me
24 karats on me
38 snub and a PAtek on me
Know I got jattic on me
I’ll finish this rap game raps son tatted on me
For all the stress I put upon the mother of my daughter
I started feeling like our new world was outta order
So I don't sleep cuz Rick Sanchez said
That nighttime is really half of all time
Stomp, you could hear when I'm coming
My boots always wide enough to drop a blunt in
And peep the sound of them wack niggas bouncing
Wanna fit in my shoes, leave room to put that ounce in
You could catch me on Fulton in the MAC Shack
Facts dat, tough boy that’s a wrap
It don't matter how much money that I spend
Lamborghini or Benz, an order chicken wings, but I just want drugs again
You still pussy tho, always
Crime pays, niggas mayonnaise
Madwiz, I’m one of Beyoncé’s kids
Could give a damn about a bitch or a nigga talking shit
The boy