Laws — This is Me

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Reach like Dikembe, that’s what them say
Work like Ken Day to live like senkay
As the world turns, feelin’ like I’m on a segway
Leader of the new crew, someone tell S. K

If you ain’t showin’ love now, then it’s just hate
I don’t wanna do this show, kick rocks fuck face
Hammer out the stages for the love so long

But my nuts so long, then my love’s all gone
You could write my music off if it weren’t so strong
And it’s slowin’ down my journey but it just hold on
Shoulda got it when you had it, when the gettin’ was good
What it is is so great, they forgettin’ you good

Make another guy nuts fall, you still sub-par
Funny style on the radio, think you Russ Paul
Actin’ like I won a Grammy on my interviews
My recognition due, this is just an interlude

Y’all weak, what I do up on the beat
Probably get me one of three, this is me
So if you got ‘em so cheap, got ‘em coming every week
Thinking what I’m gon’ be, this is me

‘Cause this dope music, if this don’t move ‘em
I don’t know what will, I don’t know what will
‘Cause this dope music, if this don’t move ‘em
I don’t know what will, I don’t know what will

See, I used to pray for it till I became God
I became Laws, that’s one and the same
‘Cause if you study my name, if you spend enough time
I’m a comin’ of age, you know I’m nothin’ to tame

I should be up in the cave with Hannibal as my neighbor
But I’m so deranged, he be askin’ me for some favors
Like Laws, how Clarisse giving you nude shots?
You got so many songs that they thinkin’ you 2Pac

Read up the new shots that drop in the streets
I could hear your sweat tricklin’ down ‘cause you weak
And the beat’s so killed, they’d be happy to sign
The A&R’s are tryna cover Laws with hazardous signs

Take Slim, Take Mos, put ‘em back in they prime
Wonder if my mother had some kind of magic vagine
‘Cause I was stuck with tryna keep backbackers happy with mine
Then I became all of my favorite rappers combined

Like Jay, Big, Pun, Pac, I ain’t ever going to stop
Dead in the middle of Florida, that’s where the bugs stop
Three stacks, G rap, hold up, he’s back
Friday night, gotta cop Jimmie’s in a three pack

Redman, face Nas, get up out my face God
I’m about to black out, prison let me back out
What I go in for? Runnin’ in the pen raw
One night, said I’m good, buddy that’s a ten four