Mysonne
Mysonne - Uncontrollable lyrics
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[Verse] You n-ggas playing with fire cause I command the entire Empire State, if he state he king he a liar Although I admire the confidence you've acquired But put a n-gga up against Mys', it's quiet But thank you, now I'm inspired to put you n-ggas in graves Ingraving your tombstone ''Lord, n-gga was brave'' You n-ggas is just waves, I am an ocean My motion is controlling like most of the east coast and N-gga want bread, I told him you need toastings Sometimes negative brings positive results in I'm melting all of you n-ggas like wax on this wax Most of these rappers is wack and that's facts Ask some n-ggas in the mac if they listen to y'all fiction Painting pictures of life, that's my jurisdiction Jewish, Christians, Baptists, Muslims Scholars, hippies, trappers, hoodlums I ball with any being, beliveing in authenticity This money shit these rappers be screaming don't mean shit to me Before you think you f-cking with me know the history I've been the truth Since '98, they've mentioned me Instantly when they speaking on seeking the real lyrically (I kill all you n-ggas) I'm speaking for real, seriously Game tell your homie he controlling the west But this NY shit is on me, show some respect I know you just don't expect to be crowned in my town After all the f-cking Years I've been putting it down While you was riding around hiding in your mom's minivan I was robbing around with hammers riding for my city, fam Before it was 50, fam, it was Mysonne lefty Rap motherf-ckers would all love to forget me 50 grams of the Whitney, 100 pounds of the sticky All my boys in the hood, but I ain't trying to be Ricky I'm doughboy with a flow, boy, so you know, boy I'm a grown ass man, you ain't playing with no boy You ain't playing with no Toy, I'm a ticking timebomb Heard his shit he was spittin' and it clicked like ''it's time, son'' Yeah, this the shit that I'm on You internet n-ggas gon' need to click in and sign on It's where I'm gon' have n-ggas saying I'm sick and my mind gone Fish you, n-gga, that's getting this grind on (Talk to them Mys') I'm Biggie, Jay Z and Nas They gon' say I'm crazy, but Biggie gave me these bars The shit this n-ggas sayin' be okay with them frauds They get constellation prizes, but n-ggas ain't even stars F-ck the cars n-ggas drive The bars I provide got n-ggas hype Banging on them bars trapped inside You a good kid in a mad city, I'm a bad kid in a bad city I've been getting in n-ggas ass, ask Diddy Pause - now I'm back up on my bullshit Hoodie on, scully on, black wool shit Maino murder, Pat French, Vado All of my n-ggas, but they know just like I know I'm certified and I am lyrically a crime So like Jay Z said it, New York City is mine If I named you I respect you, if I don't then forget you I respect the n-ggas you got that protect you Motherf-ckers must have forgot that I am special To the streets and to the art of hip hop, I am essential Tell whoever sent you you n-ggas is all fired Terminated, services no longer required The nervous shit that you lames are spitting done expired I pray a n-gga say my name, let 'em try it I quiet a n-gga riot, I put a n-gga on dieta I'm an underdog, it's David against Goliath Maybe they could deny it if I just wasn't so different If I was spitting lame shit all the others was spitting I do a n-gga filthy, freestyle or written Look, I cook a n-gga in every pot in my kitchen Put 'em outt,a commission, finally got 'em to listen To my gospel I'm an impossible mission I promised all my n-ggas when I got out of prison I'll bring the city back, now the statue is risen N-gga [Outro] Are you not entertained? Is this not why you're here? Haha, hip hop is back I'mma straight kill you n-ggas