Songtexte
Motherfuckers
playing
with
my
name
on
the
low
Better
watch
that
shit
I
ain't
gonna
let
it
go
Ya
really
tried
to
say
I
couldn't
Hang
with
the
Pros
I
don't
take
no
offense
I
just
Gotta
Let
Em
Know
Talking
about
how
you
come
from
the
Gutter
You're
milking
that
shit
with
the
words
that
you
utter
Don't
send
me
no
shots
won't
be
ducking
another
Not
Baby
and
Gunna
you'll
Never
Recover
Leave
you
in
a
mess
make
'em
fuck
with
the
clutter
That
came
from
the
kid
at
the
start
with
a
stutter
You
started
a
wave
but
you
drown
in
a
puddle
I
don't
give
a
fuck
I
refuse
to
be
subtle
God
damn
ha
Guess
I
gotta
serve
that
bitch
like
a
bistro
Stick
to
the
plan,
got
tact
never
tip
toe
Cuz
I
got
fans
in
San
Francisco
shit
You're
seeking
attention
and
lacking
in
growth
Begging
and
pleading
I'm
saying
your
name
Better
pair
the
right
cards
or
I'll
snap
at
you
both
Look
I'm
sick
of
this
shit
All
of
you
boys,
better
watch
what
you
say
Some
of
you
rappers
are
going
on
30
And
acting
like
kids
so
you
better
behave
All
they
be
doing
is
chasing
the
stats
When
I
step
in
the
race
I
be
taking
it
back
Filling
my
wallet
with
Paper
or
Plastic
Anyway
I
wanna
Ima
get
that
bag
All
of
my
blessings
are
paving
the
way
And
cementing
a
place
on
the
A-list
If
I
wasn't
destined
to
make
it
then
how
in
the
fuck
Did
I
make
it
to
playlists,
look
I
don't
give
a
shit
if
kid's
ll
Diss
the
records
that
I'm
on
I'm
sick
of
being
disrespected
All
because
of
where
I'm
from
I've
been
on
that
legend
quest
Inspectah
Deck
protect
ya
neck
When
you
talk
about
Control
You
better
get
ya
some
respect
Get
to
know
your
fucking
place
I'm
not
like
these
other
guys
If
you
disrespect
my
name
Then
I'll
forget
about
the
ties
I'm
not
playing
any
games
I
don't
do
this
for
the
fame
Get
the
fuck
up
out
my
business
And
I
might
just
do
the
same
bitch
Motherfuckers
playing
with
my
name
on
the
low
Better
watch
that
shit
I
ain't
gonna
let
it
go
Ya
really
tried
to
say
I
couldn't
Hang
with
the
Pros
I
don't
take
no
offense
I
just
Gotta
Let
Em
Know
Ain't
gonna
stress
to
death
in
no
9 to
5
I
gotta
sweat
for
checks
with
every
night
I
grind
I
Don't
perfect
the
method
but
refine
a
style
To
make
a
motion
picture
I
compiled
to
vinyl
I'ma
take
that
shot
I
snap
no
lens
No
flash
in
the
pan
this
film
got
no
end
On
track
with
the
pad
your
clique
got
no
pen
My
drip
goes
mad
I'm
off
the
deep
end
Bitch,
fuck
you
wanna
try
to
say
to
me?
I
get
respect
from
these
other
players
cause
I'm
making
moves
to
make
a
major
league
And
I'ma
patiently
move
it
steady
getting
Special
treatment
with
the
way
I'm
Branding
I
got
brute
strength
but
I'm
kicking
wisdom
Never
overstated
you
don't
understand
it
So
you
probably
gotta
replay
that
shit
twice
Don't
back
down
If
I
raise
my
price
Check
my
worth
when
I
spend
my
time
Gotta
maintain
balance
when
I
take
my
strides
I
get
thrown
off
by
the
fake
hi
fives
High
time,
that
I
might
just
walk
alone
Hold
down
Os
like
a
drop
to
prone
This
ain't
no
game
but
you
gotta
know
My
characters
got
no
limits
Rest
assured
you're
gonna
get
the
message
Whether
SMS
or
my
pen's
discretion
Every
letter
sent
is
with
direct
intentions
So
interpret
that
how
you
never
said
it
Under
a
lens
my
vision
is
clear
Never
hit
my
peak
better
watch
this
year
Ima
keep
that
drive
and
I
won't
switch
gears
Motherfuckers
playing
with
my
name
on
the
low
Better
watch
that
shit
I
ain't
gonna
let
it
go
Ya
really
tried
to
say
I
couldn't
Hang
with
the
Pros
I
don't
take
no
offense
I
just
Gotta
Let
Em
Know
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