Johnny P's Caddy

Yeah, you know?

Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me, know what I mean?

You know this shit 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 shit made me what I am today

Niggas know I worked so hard for this shit

Niggas know I deserve this shit, nigga (Ah)

Butcher comin' nigga

This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches

More 'bout how I master 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 rapper 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 niggas

It's like they put out a smash then they gon' in a flash, admit it

And then they made tracks and diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (**** you doin'?)

They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches

That was really me, nigga, I ain't have to acted conflicted (Nah)

Only difference is I'm livin', and I would've whacked one of 'em niggas

Who knew that after drug dealin', I still be casual spendin' mil' plus

Annual income, so here's my manual and some

And this Eastside shit still in me, my ability

To turn words to imagery prolly the reason they gon' remember me (Let's go)

Figure me, walk this tightrope with a feline's agility

The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly

I can never leave the scene withouth checkin' my mirrors visually

Come with that energy, cause some shit always gon' stick with me

They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"

They askin' what work us niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"

Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress

And logical 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, nigga

Ah, let's go

Bout time that I got my respect, it's the Butcher, nigga

Yeah, Cold ****in' World

Griselda shit, you know what I mean (Griselda)

You know what it is, nigga, when I show up

I'm on ten nigga, 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 drug balls that y'all relyin'

Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am

But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'

Stretchin' the truth, no, 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 was proof

I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose

Cold World, the heater blast through your speaker

He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers

Nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 tell you he never lied, nigga

Yeah, Tana Talk