Teach U E

What up? Yeah, yeah. Guilty Simpson, what up? Yeah, GS boy. I teach you how to rap teach you how To rhyme teach you how to grind Put a Hit on your head, money on your mind Keep The clique fed hungry for a crime Teach you how to win maintain your kin, Keep few friends Maybe then you can afford a New Benz Ride high and fly, tie loose ends. Don't be a fool, slow down. Playin' with the king'll have you hangin' from a String. Guilty Simpson, motherfucker. I'm from the gutter where it's all about the Butter and slayin' for the cream. Stream, and I gotta get green. Cash flow not in my jeans, it's not in My genes Uncle Sonny told me how to get Money beyond bling, seein' on the watch and the Ring. And I appreciate it, fam singin' a sad Song. My dogs walk on the right path ain't Last long. Now walls, they tag for 'em, And crack purple bags for 'em when the staff Mourns. I feel bad for 'em. Take a few shots and regroup 'cause life drags On. We post up 'til the cash gone. Listen up, write it down, get a pass for 'em. Take note while I teach you how to Rap. Smoke one. Where that weed at? Yeah, I teach you how to rap. Honestly, I'm feelin' like most of y'all is wack Yeah, I teach you how to live break bread And give, maintain your crib. Some motherfuckers move so far away, He barely can remember who the fuck he is. And that's sad to see. Now you wanna get mad at me because I Remind him. And he frustrated 'cause nobody'll sign Him. Oh, what a tragedy. Fuck that. still, I teach you how to rap. Seein' big fellas survivin' off scraps cravin' for Attention. I wave a burner in your motherfuckin' Face for tryin' to diss Simpson I came in The place for papes and big pensions. Remain in the lane for change, we still spendin' A story with no endin'. Never end my run, recruit some more henchmen. Your career is dormant. The day you die the only time you'll ever Be important Move in caution when your boy's Enforcin'. The lottery didn't bring these Endorsements. No, it's 'cause the style is scorchin' Grub time and I need gluttonous portions Rhyme obese With the grime and streets. Swear I combine the beats when I shine, they Leech. What? Guilty Simpson.