Текст песни Addressed - FM Wu

So who gon ever tell em
That I ain't nothing to play with
I told em that I'm rapping
But that's just an understatement
So I don't know what happened
Niggas missing on they paments
After my last tape
You don't think I'm underrated
40 bars drop down
From under the cell
These niggas dying in the streets
We going to hell
And who you know talking like me
That ain't never gon fail
These pussy niggas on the same shit
Talk about a lot of shit
That you don't even bang wit
I don't got a car
But I been hitting on the lane switch
I met a couple bitches
Gotta make a rearrangement
Niggas talking money
But they don't know how to pace it
Now them bitches
Gonna try to treat you like you basic
Gotta be a man
So you turn around and face it
I don't give a fuck
What any nigga gotta say
As long as I ain't bitching
I ain't messing up my pay
I stay up in the district
I don't wanna go away
Even though they tryna
Rob and Jump and kill
A couple situations happen
To show you it's real
If I ain't tell you
I was capping
I know how it feel
Won't let another nigga
Fake onna nigga for real
I told my nigga that I got him
I break him a deal
Tryna get him out the trenches
Don't want him to steal
But he don't never pay attention
He itching to kill
They got the juvenile detention
The prison the jail
But on my momma
I ain't never gon be in a cell
I made a promise
I ain't never gon be in the field
And if you niggas got a problem
I'm stating it here
I'm finna MURDER all you niggas
I'm making it clear
And for any nigga
Saying that I couldn't rap
I bet a 100
That I'm washing you out onna track
I told em
That we living dreams on this side
Oh yea I'm broke
But I'm sitting in your bitch ride
Look at her throat
Oh my GOD could it fit my
You niggas really wan be noticed
That's a good try
I'm busy fucking on your bitch
Coulda hit 6 times
I really wish that I was playing
But it's not a lie
Remember when you was my mans
Now you gotta die

Now
Now who told these niggas I couldn't rap