Clearing The Room. inspired by track 3, my name is my name album.
 

God is back out his closet, watch it
Don't make me get topics poppin, I've locked'em
Stop it, this a letter to disrespectful fagots
That say gens a has been when they've never happened
Distractions like aero and Q to keep it true
You talk a big fucking game, my whole season is huge
I go to sleep on you cause I'm comfortable there
Could never fit in my shoes, an uncomfortable pair
Swear, always been a rebel, even fought my dad once
We threw blows to prove who the bigger ass was
That was then, this is now, bigger plate, different style
Money on the brain, frito lay when my chips are down
Pistols out, target practice everywhere
Hard to miss your target when the trigger on the pistol's hair
Barber need a different pair of sciccors for a bigger barrell
Or its Xmas carols, never leave fingerprints cause I'm prison careful
Kids a scarecrow with the agent of fear, until his prey dissapears
You ain't been tough til the net came up, I been a gangsta for years
Take what it means, I don't hide behind screens -i play this for keeps
You soft niggas would have nightmares center stage where I sleep
From pavements to streets, different states where I'm G
The look in your face proves you ain't crazy as me
Or ever witnessed things I've seen, death, robberies, whatever it takes
To clear the fucking room out and make your presence as great
From county shit to my federal case, I've never escaped the chase
Cause I don't run away, even when the destination's a grave
I wave, inhale the plague that I've created, embraced it
What hasn't killed me made me stronger, and this is how it tasted