TheMadWriter

Damn...here we go again/
Hoppin on a nigga's song remix for a friend/
Rep it for the niggas like i'm Huckleberry Fin/

Damn...here we go again/
Niggas wanna hate but when the shit hits the fan/
Everything i'm not made me everything I am..

Used to tread the streets like they were my home/
Embed it in beats and claim that I was runnin the throne/
But the secrets intertwined and soon my monotone/
Was raisin louder than an engine straight from autozone/
They said what happened to a nigga he was a beast on the streets/
Made it so his friends could eat, chew through beats with his teeth/
A straight carnivore, rose hell made it fall like sleet/
Had the snitches and the bitches blinkin out all his skeet/
DAMNNNNN HOMIE, on some 50 cent shit/
An ego trip more on some shifty slant shit/
Quick to diss a nigga count a figure/
Kiss a girl and down some liquor/
There was no stoppin this dude, he was THAT nigga/
But no one knew till the truth escaped/
That he was never pushin weight only sportin some bapes/
Tried to act like a ape but his heart was in school/
Science classes not violent blast-s but packin his tool/
Tried to flex and draw it but the niggas laughed right when they saw it/
Snatched it from his hand and kicked his ass after he talked it/
And Gunplay he never taught it no he only saw it/
Niggas on the floor bleedin and their corpses were always rottin/
Bulletwounds fresh, move with finesse/
Took psychology just to learn how they dug in that flesh/
And had a strange infatuation with stranger fascination/
Tried to break bread and break heads but with a masked hatred/
He took more than he had gave, practically dug his own grave/
Laughingstock of his own town and now he was a slave/
To the way that he behaved, seemed like a sad loss/
Life in shambles but have no fear cuz he was bound to be a boss, and a year later he now has a career he never lost/
Jackets made of cashmere, under his eye is a tatted tear/
Stayin on his path he'll never veer/
Never lost nobody but that won't stop him here


Damn...here we go again/
Hoppin on a nigga's song remix for a friend/
Rep it for the niggas like i'm Huckleberry Fin/

Damn...here we go again/
Niggas wanna hate but when the shit hits the fan/
Everything i'm not made me everything I am..

Was a, nerd in school yes believe it or not/
Leave it to hop, blow up and lead this hip hop/
Not a dollar to my name or a father to attain/
Everything I ever wanted all the things I aimed to gain/
Only me and myself, and my mom and her haste/
Quick to sit me down at night and even wash my face/
Notice the blackened eyes, but was powerless to end it/
Called it bullying but my pride I would defend it/
Same interchangeable outfits, exchangable outlets/
From writing to singing to rapping and laughing about shit/
Never thinkin the next day, instead in a perplexed way/
I sit around and phase out to songs about the best hay/
The best weed, the best shit, the best seeds/
The best hit...and I never gave a fuck about this/
Three years later i'm on the radio and dancin/
Saggin pants and hoppin round with my bitch romancin/
Straight dancin catchy tracks but the industry disapproves/
The manager still roots but the people they speak the truth/
It's garbage, but in a obscure way it's really smart shit/
To come up from the hood and stink up the game like I farted/
So I smile at the hatred and the harlots, cuz while they mashin on the keyboards nigga I got new babies to harvest...

Damn...here we go again/
Hoppin on a nigga's song remix for a friend/
Rep it for the niggas like i'm Huckleberry Fin/

Damn...here we go again/
Niggas wanna hate but when the shit hits the fan/
Everything i'm not made me everything I am..

Listen, it's truth time i'm still and was a writer/
Knew it since the fifth grade I ignite like lighters/
But ya'll niggas blow away the flame like firefighters/
No fame to your name but ya'll talk like ya'll are wired.../
I'm cocky for a fuckin reason, egocentric/
Little nigga i'm straight pretentious/
Rant about grammar nigga you're senseless/
Listen to the music step out of your cubicle listen you're inches/
From soundin like an idiot dense kid, you're startin beef from false pretenses/
Move on Joell I don't give a fuck take a hint kid.../
And yet I still come back to talk smack, don't you whack niggas love that?/
I continue to be one of the leaders and the choosers/
The booser whackin off comin on like 'hey lossseersss..'/
Can't help myself i'm buldgin/
With arrogance I can't control it/
The info i'm divulgin just shows that i'm self indulgent/
Don't give a fuck nigga you're rodent/
Nothin but rats hungry for food I prefer the fat men/
Not hungry for shit but too busy mappin/
The next plan for bitches to be slappin/
For whackness to be clapped man for niggas who ain't happenin/
To die slow in wrappin, in bodybags that's overlappin/
The overall frame of the niggas who dared to change the insane who's maulin and maimin the game...

Ya'll know my mothafuckin name...