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Ha, ha, ha, yeah Bruh I've been going since 89 I appreciate that you would take the time You always told me I was out of line But respect you get is when you give me Mine They thought I was joking I'm going in Dont put me against them I'm gonnna win Windy City a Chicagoan, till the death, if you want it I got it If I’m going for the lead I’m beat the brakes off, I’m may-weather with hands can’t just shake off I ain’t bending over for nothing this cannon he can’t cough I’m on given them hope to break the chains off Derek already told me to take off Forget what they say, they hate they ain't raw You looking at the battle up ahead I ain’t lost His word you can’t coin or flip they can’t toss I doubted this for a long time You had me waiting near the phone lines To walk through the doors of opportunities You always told me I should own mine Never right or the wrong time Had me waiting near the phone lines (Yeah) Should I pick up the riiiiiiiing Frodo baggins with the phone line First I had to get their attention (Yeah) Letras de cancionesAnd then I had to get my respect (Yeah) For a long time they ain’t care to listen I got a - head now I’m gunning for the neck Switch back, home team like Bron, king Now I gotta shoot like Kobe I got pull in ya city, my lawd Haters wanna see me weak, like a slow leak I’m in this to win this it’s competition Use to want it so bad I had intervention, I’m not hurting for fame or for getting mentioned, I'm just whipping the bass, you can check the kitchen Had me trippin' all night with it Distorted vision lost sight with it The Lord had to get right with me Broke me down and put life in me Aye tell me but really what they know I made it I ain’t got a bankroll I go where the spirit may say go Put all my partners on payroll You don't even even gotta rep the set Aye, aye I put in work till my death I won't beg for your help I’m taking shots till none left Ooh yeah You got me, you got me I swear you got me, you got me Ooh but that won't stop me no stopping (No, no, no, no!) I ain't stopping no stopping Whoa I had to run it up (Aye, run it up!) I had to run it up I'm saying ooh yeah You got me, you got me Yeah you got me, you got me Whoa Don’t got times for these haters they won’t get a breath/ Won’t get a step / I’m lying again / Seeing the enemy win / Seeing a friend of me win / Yeah, yeah I guess I need more competition / This my kind of composition / Rappers be like politicians / They lying I got no pot to piss in / I’m pissed so I go to God on my knees / Don’t trip, I could see a fraud with ease / I’m tripping out, I got a triple now / Feeling like Quentin, feeling like quitting/ But that was last week for doc hit my line / Doubt hit my line like, uh I got no time, I got no skill / I got no talent, I gotta pay the bills / They wishing me ill, not wishing me well / They think that’ll fail, they think that I’m frail / I could see it in the eye / Jealousy is they demise / Yeah, uh I been up for like 7 days / Dropped the slums and messed up the wave / You better die to your hating ways / Why? cause I’m blessed up you lames / like uh Yeah you got me Thought you had me This where I begin I've been fighting in the trenches tryna be the Man If I was down they said I never would come up again (Up again) So I had to get the back and show them who I am Ooh I had to run it up (Aye, run it up!) I had to run it up I'm saying ooh yeah You got me, you got me Yeah you got me, you got me Whoa From Letras Mania