Lyrics
Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?
I have no fuckin' idea, man
Well you a legend, brother
And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?
Yo man, I been hip-hop since day one
I'm hip-hop frontline
These mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man
Yo, you been through it all, man
You were all city king of grafitti
Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man
I know your story, emcee
And you got full knowledge of self
You got all the elements of hip-hop
But you forgettin' the most important one
And what's that?
That's Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game
And you stayin' in this mother fucker
They don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!
Yo, I don't give a fuck!
You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!
Kill this motherfuckin' game!

When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dump on 'em
He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' him
Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em
Walk by bumpin' 'em, like they voted for Trump and 'em
Niggas ain't cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up
They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks
Can't tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck
That's why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked
I'm from 30 Lenox
Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes
We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business
'Cause I'm the man with the power
I'm really sturdy with this, this shit'll hurt the witness
This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island
They ain't comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin'
Kay Slay, this shit ain't for play, play
Let 'em know we spray K's and spin 'em like Beyblades

They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets
Kanye gon' be the next president, and y'all watch it
'For I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it
Gotta get money as long as you got pockets
Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit
Remember them corner store mornings? Hot chocolate
Fiends catch seizures from on, they pop-lock it
Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in
There's a lot of abomination
They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station
Yet we still payin' for O.J. violation
Police kill, the decline, no time facin'
I can't breath, answer, man, please
Y'all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze
Rather me not stand and be on my damn knees
Rather me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea

I'm the hood messiah, blue flamed fire
I'm the real life Marlo from The Wire
Y'all know I inspire and motivate
Niggas say Mys' ain't fire, you know it's hate, I don't debate
Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach
I feed my team before I eat
Before I breach security, I die with my purity
Nowadays I take my time, it's maturity
Grown man, shit
G.O. Banshee
I use to sell grams, never no scam shit
I do mutual respect, no fan shit
Nigga disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit
Fam, you in a cage with a lion
You engaged in war with a giant
You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord the only thing that's gon' save you from dyin'

Shooter's anonymous
I tell 'em use a machine gun (why?)
In case a nine'll miss
Problem is Fred dominant
Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it
I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot
Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop
Birds from a Pelican pun, Rondo
Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo
Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe
Been sellin' the cane, know how the problems go
On the base like McGwire
Thirty-eight fire might acquire a choir
Or whatever they say the Reverend requires
I level with spies, I remember the buyers
Still kill at will, never was tired
Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I'm fly
Godson

Slave mentality
Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically
Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps
They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats
So why listen to a motherfuckin' troll
That's feedin' off black emotion to send us back in commotion
It's really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'
We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin, they plottin'
Your cerebellum is antebellum you can't repel 'em
What's dwellin' inside of a man's soul? Its the cancer swellin'
He's tellin' us lies and we so annoyed
How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid?
How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?
I don't blame him so much but the people that's close with him
These industry niggas is so smitten but I say what I want, when I want, no permission

People confused between gettin' views and eviction news
But it, lit a fuse when you this in tune
And you listen to 'em
The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room
And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of its cocoon
Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction
Government makin' shoes 1 size even though we all affected
Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it's all connected
Niggas be talkin' about how they won't change but we all accept it
I learned that its a new evil, look how they do people
If you wearin' blue then it's cool, whoever you shoot legal
We all high off stupid, social media the new needle
We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers
We need to invest back in our self but that ain't what school teach us
Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they try'na remove thinkin'
Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'
Hopin' I'm givin' you somethin' to think about don't be confused

I'm so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools
My residential level is heavenly
The bed I use, is made out a cloud formation, I'm never pressin' snooze
I'm woke, y'all mentally broke
That little set of jewels, it won't be shinin' when ya lights go out
I'm talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out
I'm gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house
You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out
I'm Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth
Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch
The nine's 'bout fired out so many times I lose count
I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse
No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners
'Cause the beak of that eagle had iron flyin' 'til you migrated south
Shit, I don't pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky
(What that mean?)
Mean I knock whoever violated out
I love hip-hop but hate what it's turnin' into
Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through
I take that personal, too
So every person or two that wants us versus them, I got verses for you

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Davood Asgari, Fredrick Thomas, Joell Christopher Ortiz, Jon Kevin Freeman Jr, Keith Grayson, Mysonne Linen, Teeyon Winfree




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