i'mma tell you one last time in one last rhyme
cause if my name was josie
a lot of you pussy cats would be out of the game
because i hear a lot of the same
y'all should be more aggressive
you're too passive. and the rap game is too massive
for niggas to be standing around
rapping about the same old benz and bm
look - i know the way. you can't win as a protege
so throw the crocodile shoes and mink coat away
and come back with flows sharp as a thumbtack
i bump that. in my pickup with the gun rack
driving down the middle of 95
hoping that my song get a buzz like a beehive
i experience heavy breathing regardless of the season for one reason
hip hop's full of treason
it don't matter how many you sold
ya'll can keep on nappin but if you're out there rappin
it's like death and taxes
you won't know it's your last left. your last breath
smoother than vick's vapor
i can break you fast as a nigga that tricks paper
my main focus and purpose is to make sure nobody jerk us
cause the rap game right now is a circus
most of them great actors
with songs that couldn't turn me on with eight clappers
and the saddest thing is platinum status is king
if you got the sickest watch
you're hotter than three cops in a weed spot with three glocks
and a search warrant - they thirst for it
probably rap til i'm mad old
and sound worse than d.o.c. with a bad cold
i'll sit in my rocker and freestyle for my doctor
stand up and shock ya with hella flows like a copter
i'll show a young whipper snapper rapper i'm greater
and then have to rest later
it don't matter how many you sold
ya'll can keep on nappin but if you're out there rappin
it's like death and taxes
you won't know it's your last left. your last breath
there'll be none of that coming back
as soon as a nigga drops the ball like a running back
you could do a song with jay hova
it happened to the best and it's gone happen to the rest
so i hope you don't think you're immune to the same doom
we can be in two different states or the same room
it don't matter - i'mma hear your career shatter
that got back in the ring to try to go a few
you could do a show on cable
you could go to the source awards
and pay the ku klux a few bucks to drag you around in a blue truck
and rap fans'll walk on by when you're past death and laid out
and just finished taking your last breath yo
it don't matter how many you sold
ya'll can keep on nappin but if you're out there rappin
it's like death and taxes
you won't know it's your last left. your last breath