Give Em My Best
Give 'Em My Best

Aye
This how I'm feeling at the moment
Some of this shit might not even rhyme man
I'm gonna talk to the beat though
And let the beat talk to me, I like that

Won't it be so nice?
Won't it be so nice?
Won't it be so nice?
Won't it?

I have to block out thoughts severe
So I don't lose my head
Crawling like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed

Uh, it's the D to the own
The T to the Ow- Fuck that
All these rappers eating off the turn ups like it's Thanksgiving but..
(Fuck it) He asked me for a brochure, and I'm like bro, sure..
Give me five second poses, I got my four horsemen
Three minute warning, I'm 2 Hotty Scotty, and I'm the one
Let you rewind that..
My Dad died when I was 20 and it weighs heavy on me
Cause if Iive to see 41, I'd live more years without him then I did with him, so ain't no 41 not even 30 son
Sometimes I wish this shit would hurry up
And make me take eternal plunge
Or just pull on my internal plug
So now I'm like a baseball bat, I'm getting choked up
(Fuck, y'all don't hear me, y'all don't hear me)
Most of y'all just treat rap like it's a fuckin' hobby
Well fuck you..
I see you all caught up in the Yanks and A-Rod
I'll pull my pants down bro, yank a rod
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
I just realized that I'm the shit, motherfucker
I got fired from my job
Somebody said why you always writing lyrics on you cell phone?
You got an attitude you need to get yourself woke
I stood up said "suck my dick" you got a problem?
You can help 'em
I've fallen and I can't turn back
I've fallen and I can't turn back

If I could go runnin' up that hill
If I could go runnin' up that hill
If I could make a deal with God
(Get 'em back) If I could go runnin' up that hill
Make a deal with God (Get 'em back)