Johnny P's Caddy (Explicit)

Johnny P's Caddy - DJ Cover That
Yeah you know
Tana Talk 4 this s**t mean a lot to me know what I mean
You know this s**t don't feel as good as it look
Big Griselda
I'ma keep it real with you
Black Soprano Family
I'm straight though
I'm good
This street s**t made me what I am today
N***as know I went so hard for this s**t
I deserve this s**t n***a
Ah
The Butcher comin' n***a
This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches more 'bout how I mastered physics
Uh-huh
In the game I used to train like Rocky catchin' chickens
Yeah
I was nice but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily
No good don't be surprised I outlast these n***as
It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash admit it
And then they make tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits
F**k you doin'
They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the b***hes
That was really me n***a I ain't have to act in Conflicted
Nah
Only difference is I'm livin' and I would've whacked one of 'em n***as
Who knew that after d**g dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus
Annual income so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside s**t still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me
Let's talk
Figure me walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much s**t to me I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually
Mm-hmm
Come with that energy 'cause some s**t gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda I say Validity
They askin' What work y'all n***as put in I'm like What didn't we
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West tell me who else I gotta respect
Who else
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed it's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher n***a
Ah let's go
'Bout time that I got my respect it's the Butcher n***a
Yeah Cole f**kin' World
Griselda s**t you know what I mean
Griselda
You know what it is n***a when I show up
I'm on ten n***a not nine
On the night I was born the rain was pourin' God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck power outage sparks was flyin'
The real one's here the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the d**g bars that y'all relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that you n***as hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth know I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure me I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless how I'm skatin' on these records is proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose never lettin' them loose
Cole World the heat'll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans no weaklings last in my sneakers
N***a want me on a song he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than n***as and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty I see a glass full of ether
Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a n***a cash you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really no MC equal feel me
Cole pen be lethal crib like an old MTV show uh
On God the best rapper alive
Headshot now go and ask the best rappers that died
They'll tell you he never lied n***a
Yeah Tana Talk