This shyt is just ridiculous. Especially to start off an album???
The emotion.
The lyrical precision.
The realness.
He LIVED this entire verse.
This is the type of verse that makes a grown nikka shed tears
This is the type of shyt that keeps a nikka still having faith in this rap shyt
Roll the swish and get high
Free the homies behind the wall
Free my nikkas inside
All them nikkas that died
Rest in piece to my nikkas I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor load your fifth
For the nikkas that ride
For your nikkas that got hit bagged didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like I'm the realest nikka alive
Since we was kicking doors four nikkas
Divi'n pies
They ain't believe me when I told nikkas the city was mines
Now look at me though Buffalo nikka
But the records was Kool G though
Necklace was two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to Cousin Tito
Me and Pat was right there he took it like a G though
That's a real nikka that's a fact when I came home from doing two
He gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said you don't owe me shyt just put the city on the map
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up the scene that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it that shyt ate my pride
I swear but maybe that was a sign
Maybe god ain't want me killing them nikkas
And doing time
Maybe god wanted me here to kill em' with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know I'm not religious
All I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and it's strictly for my nikkas
I might shed a tear listening to this shyt
Pop the suede cork like Machine Gun we did it
Damn who would've known my crew would've blown
Every verse is verse of the year shyt is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer I couldn't do it alone
Remember that fukk nikka pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck i should've died nikka
I feel like my nikka [?] Kept me alive nikka
Slack in my face like bruh open your eyes nikka
Shaking my head like fukk that you can't die nikka
Only real shyt what I provide nikka
I wrote this shyt with the tears in my eyes nikka
Now they gotta consider me top five nikka
You hear my shyt is you surprised nikka
You know what's funny I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head I seen my face
Like I'm done with this shyt
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shyt
Face twisted up looking ugly and shyt
That Bell's palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same nikkas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad or broke
And everything I drop is classic dope
This the realest shyt in my pad I wrote
This the realest shyt that I wrote
if y'all think theres another verse better than this in 2016 prove it
The emotion.
The lyrical precision.
The realness.
He LIVED this entire verse.
This is the type of verse that makes a grown nikka shed tears
This is the type of shyt that keeps a nikka still having faith in this rap shyt
Roll the swish and get high
Free the homies behind the wall
Free my nikkas inside
All them nikkas that died
Rest in piece to my nikkas I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor load your fifth
For the nikkas that ride
For your nikkas that got hit bagged didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like I'm the realest nikka alive
Since we was kicking doors four nikkas
Divi'n pies
They ain't believe me when I told nikkas the city was mines
Now look at me though Buffalo nikka
But the records was Kool G though
Necklace was two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to Cousin Tito
Me and Pat was right there he took it like a G though
That's a real nikka that's a fact when I came home from doing two
He gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said you don't owe me shyt just put the city on the map
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up the scene that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it that shyt ate my pride
I swear but maybe that was a sign
Maybe god ain't want me killing them nikkas
And doing time
Maybe god wanted me here to kill em' with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know I'm not religious
All I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and it's strictly for my nikkas
I might shed a tear listening to this shyt
Pop the suede cork like Machine Gun we did it
Damn who would've known my crew would've blown
Every verse is verse of the year shyt is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer I couldn't do it alone
Remember that fukk nikka pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck i should've died nikka
I feel like my nikka [?] Kept me alive nikka
Slack in my face like bruh open your eyes nikka
Shaking my head like fukk that you can't die nikka
Only real shyt what I provide nikka
I wrote this shyt with the tears in my eyes nikka
Now they gotta consider me top five nikka
You hear my shyt is you surprised nikka
You know what's funny I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head I seen my face
Like I'm done with this shyt
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shyt
Face twisted up looking ugly and shyt
That Bell's palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same nikkas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad or broke
And everything I drop is classic dope
This the realest shyt in my pad I wrote
This the realest shyt that I wrote
if y'all think theres another verse better than this in 2016 prove it
