I’m close to my brothers, fire the burner, hand em and toss it Jesus I looked at the ten commandments and crossed them I’ve been around the world and still landed in Boston Money don’t look at him funny when you’re standing across from him dummy I’m the rudest beast, fuck a pacifist, I threw the piece Leave your crew deceased, team exposed like a nudist beach I know what I mean to people, I know who to reach Yeah I’m mean to people, but who are you to preach? And who I am to judge when I’ll probably die from drugs? Who are you to act like you know something to ride with us? C’mon cuzzo, look at my lyrics and what it does though Listen in the future, you still tell what I was though You’ll see how I murdered the words It seems so fucked up and blurred and disturbed Dudes are hating on the Internet, they’re perverted nerds But here I am today fucker what you got to say sucka?
[Hook]
Just me and my people Just trying to live, people I’m tired, I’m tired of you I’m tired, I’m tired of you
[Verse 2]
I got that 1975 drive, taking those dive ? live wire I’m high wild, ceremonial slinging and powwows I feel I’m stone grin immaculate, that’s why you see my smile now And die later but live forever Cause I made a way to tell my story when you slide a fader The DJ keeps the soul alive of a rhyme creator I’m in the digicratesm your song ? Let me dumb it down, what it do, give me pound Got a strap with plenty rounds, got yak for many nouns You let the music go to waste cause the penny counts More than the art form, put the blunt and Henny down And slap the shit out of yourself for thinking Just keep walking strong, the label is the one pimping And all you critics I got one thing to say Put out something better than the records that you slay, stupid
[Hook]
Just me and my people Just trying to live, people I’m tired, I’m tired of you I’m tired, I’m tired of you
[Verse 3]
My piss smells like whiskey, I’m never wishy-wash That’s why it piss me off when somebody try and diss me Too high for the plane, I got you flying risky Acting like a bunch of sissies with the lion frisky There should never be questions if I’m iffy I’m driving drunk shitty with the fucking tires slippery The cops are too dumb, they try and get me I got the cocaine on me and the iron with me
[Verse 4]
My words fix you verbal addicts And they in Boston like Bird and Magic Except we’re urban tatted burning ‘matics We’re looking at the streets, the streets looking back at us That’s why I never really cared about my rap status I keep it 100 whether I’m drunk or one blunted Son of a bitch I keep the slum running That’s why I got “Psycho” on my stomach And the key to city, come see us if you want it
[Hook]
Just me and my people Just trying to live, people I’m tired, I’m tired of you I’m tired, I’m tired of you