Three Prophet E

Мы видели бедность. Характер как крепость и я не упал. Мысли с мотивом, летят провода. Я слышишь, на стиле себя не продал. Мы видели консоли, я не слушаю СМИ. Попса, мегаполис, шаблонный мотив. Там рэп фабриканты играют в МС. Хип-хоп арестанты, возьми-принеси. Рождённые дети, где злоба и зависть. Там, где поэты дёгнут в собственной яме. Продажные психи садятся за полтора грамма. Кричущие стихи вливают нам, как рекламу. Делаю истории, look at my life. Иду мимо всё, пока за спиной лай. Мои гроссы виляют, чем руки твои. Твой хасл в подъезде, делишки твори. Характер крепость и я не упал. Мысли с мотивом, летят провода. Я слышишь, на стиле себя не продал. Видели бедность. Характер как крепость и я упал. Мысли с мотивом, летят продал. Feed me the beats. Now it's my dirty eating. I'm so fucking hungry. No time to sleep. I gotta keep my mind Springy for everyone who in me be. Them niggas real thirst, they want to be me. It's just bigger this thirst turned them to Greetings. Gets bigger by them working dirt to beat Me. Believe me, sweetie, it ain't easy. Pen throw a lot to get to the spot. Think you're my stop, bitch, I will not do What I do till I hit on the top. Fuck, I spit on your facts. Say what I say just to get you mad. Smile on my face and talking shit on my Back. All you can do is hate, but that Won't even affect. Bring chains, bring anything that Can drag my ass. Bring a nation of you Niggas to hold me back. Mama, I'd like to thank you, the only one Who cared. When I was down, you were always There. Lift me up to grab few hopeful prayers. Father, your son is a soldier, Have no fear. Tons on my shoulder with every Gear. But in the corner, we all share golden It's me and Lacky Ninja, I'll tax your hitters. I'm back and bitter, still about my business. Lord forgive the sinner, fuck a gold digger. This shit get bigger, I won't fold bout that Bigger picture. My loud rolled and this ain't no Swisher. The mafia, no 36. I need three fifth for a 56. That's two O's if you slow. If that dough call, then I'm up on it. No Dr. Dre, I'm off chronic. It's Goose and Juice when we in the booth. I spit that truth, I am the proof. This history, I got 'em mad, they all pissed At me. 'Cause I will succeed, these leeches mooch Like a fucking flea. Ain't no faking me, I'ma Keep it real till I am deceased. I am sick, no damn disease. I fuck with them Russians, we keep them hits Coming. I know what I know, you can't tell Me nothing. Yeah, I know what I know, you can't tell me Nothing. Yeah, I know what I know, mama knows I'm thuggin'.