naysAyers Lyrics

Time has passed and many things have changed

New artists new fashions

Come and go in a flash

But the world still replays the same

Joy but also pain

Love but also disdain but this man

Did step in the shadow of the

Valley of Death and yet

He overcame

This for all the doubters and the naysayers

This for all the hustlers and work weighers

Used to shop at SoHo then I moved to Thayer

Run the game solo but I'm too player

They thought I fell (Eiffel)

I just booked a trip to Paris

I'm a big deal riding big wheels talking Ferris

Pussy niggas feline Antonio Banderas

Big poppa y'all my sons it's truly apparent

List of priorities the bread takes precedence

Said a prayer for every dead president I ever spent

That's reverence kicked the doors down

They ain't let us in

Shawty loves her salad I'm the one who

Bring the lettuce in

Say they want the beef with me I don't condone it

I got no condolences for my opponents look

I'm laid up and checked out game look vacant to me

Came for the crown now I got it

Who gone take it from me? Please

This for all the doubters and the naysayers

This for all the hustlers and work weighers

Used to shop at SoHo then I moved to Thayer

Run the game solo but I'm too player

They thought I fell (Eiffel)

I just booked a trip to Paris

I'm a big deal riding big wheels talking Ferris

Pussy niggas feline Antonio Banderas

Big poppa y'all my sons it's truly apparent

Pressure I'm constantly under it's no wonder

Why a nigga stressed all this weight on these bars

Tryna get it off my chest I'm left unimpressed

By these rappers claiming they the best

Tried my best to leave

I'm too locked in to give it arrest

You tryna flex tough act

Should win a Tony no Romo

She charged you for sex I gave her dick pro bono

Say you want the smoke I got the plomo

You look a little shook my nigga yo no

Pararme no se como like a cripple

Lamborghini doors ajar like a pickle

My 2 Cents worth about a nickel-back at it

So whoever at the top you could stop

You're excused and don't let the door hit you

Don't gotta go home but you do gotta go man

I got plenty shooters pop ya noodle for the lo mein

Empty out the magazine get the whole catalog

Dead body floating down a stream

Oh shit cat a log

Boom Pow Punch Kick thems fighting words

I'm a cash cow you watered down

Like the two percent version

I mean to think you're at my level

Is just udderly absurd I mean to think

That I've been doing this

Since labels out scouting him nah

My target audience is all of those who doubted him

Like yes you hi how's it looking way down there?

Like I care no room for squares in my circle

This Glock go bang like Kirko

The family all that matters

Does it irk all of you Urkels? Hmmm

Good I hope it hurt you

Cause it hurt too

Go ahead say it

Jafet