My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me Ya’ll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy Please believe your demise will be televised, yeahĪnd as for Q, man I changed his life a couple times I think that pretty much resembles what’s been happening lately I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded Man, you might’ve sold to college kids for Nike Mercedesīut you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the ’80s There’s no malice in your heart, you’re an approachable dude So, you don’t rap what you did, you just rap what you knewĭon’t be ashamed, it’s plenty niggas that do what you do Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you I think it’s good that now the teachers are learning, yeah I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back ’cause he makes me nervous You send shots, well, I got to challenge those You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes Y’all are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds Must’ve had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam

Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eatĭon’t know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve

I just left from over by y’all putting pen to the sheets Now, you popping up with the jokes, I’m dead, I’m asleep I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat I’ve done things for him I thought that he never would needįather had to stretch his hands out and get it from me What do you really think of the nigga that’s making your beats? So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs Terrence LeVarr Thornton professionally known as Pusha T. How dare you have the audacity to mention my name on The Breakfast Club alleging that I do not write my own lyrics & that I’m not a “real MC”.

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