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Yeah, you know? Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean? You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (Big Griselda) I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family) I'm straight though (I'm good) This street shit made me what I am today Niggas know I worked so hard for this shit Niggas know I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah) Butcher comin' nigga This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches More 'bout how I master physics (Uh-huh) In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (Yeah) I was nice, but they was right when they told me that rapper business I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million Come easily, no good, don't be surprised I outlast these niggas It's like they put out a smash then they gon' in a flash, admit it And then they made tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (**** you doin'?) They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to acted conflicted (Nah) Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas Who knew that after drug dealin', I still be casual spendin' mil' plus Annual income, so here's my manual and some And this Eastside shit still in me, my ability To turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's go) Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly I can never leave the scene withouth checkin' my mirrors visually Come with that energy, cause some shit always gon' stick with me They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity" They askin' what work us niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?" Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress And logical for them to feel they responsible for our success Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect (Who else?) 'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect It's the Butcher, nigga Ah, let's go Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga Yeah, Cole ****ing World Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda) You know what it is, nigga, when I show up I'm on ten nigga, not nine On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin' Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin' The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin' Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin' But the guns and the drug balls that y'all relyin' Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin' Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth They feel the pressure, me I feel like I just left the masseuse Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose Cole World, the heater blast through your speaker He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity Really no MC equal, feel me, Cole pen be lethal Crib like an old MTV show, uh On God, the best rapper alive, headshot Now go and ask the best rappers that died They tell you he never lied, nigga Yeah, Tana Talk
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