Behind Ya Back / Purple Mountain

I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit

I don't want a bitch that don't wanna bitch

She been at the gym, eating humus and shit

She crushin' on me 'cause I'm conscious and shit

Bitch ain't no time so I'm straight for it

Throw them clothes down if you want some

If you ain't 'bout it then don't come

I know I'm the shit cause I'm on one

Finna nose grind like a skateboard

That's your bitch? Well I ain't sure

You a square, nigga, there's a name for it

You were four sided hoe shape boy

Niggas act like they don't know

Where I'm coming from

Niggas act like I'm supposed to stay

Away from ratchet shit like I ain't from the slums

Niggas act like they don't see me but

They always keep my fuckin' letters on they tongue

Internet thugs online but they scary

M. Night Shyamalan

Niggas claim they want my conscious

Lyrics but ain't appreciate it when they had it

Niggas act like they gon' hold you down

But when you need a favor where they hiding?

Bitches act like they ain't hoeing every

Time another hoe is right beside 'em

Yeah we fucked, so what bitch?

Go and tell the whole hood about it

You a turkey ass jive bitch

Hope you die bitch sucking five dicks at a time

Ain't got no type bitch, got a wife

Bitch and a white bitch, bitch I'm fine

Why deez nigga- why deez nigga-

Why deez niggas lyin'?

And these niggas ain't loyal either

All these niggas droppin' dimes

Bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me

It took a while to get back up on my feet

And everything that I say, is blown out of place

If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?

I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit

You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced

I hit a club, you know they gon' strip

I throw all my money like I'm in

Love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

Look what I gotta do to get respect

That's why I got my boot all in your neck

That's why I never ball without the check

Often I get so bored I get depressed

Nowadays it's every man for himself

That's why my loyalty is with the set

I don't know why these niggas fake cool

When they get to actin' I get perplexed

I'm dishonest man and I must confess

I like nigga shit and I like to flex

On my hippie shit, just lost in my head

I forgot that I was still in the flesh

It's too late to try to save who I was

I like bitches and I like to get fresh

How the fuck did Bobby Ray get corrupt

Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself

And all they can say is you changed

Say that you changed

And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame

Remember me right, remember me right

On the day of my death I'mma jump in

My grave

Bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me

It took a while to get back up on my feet

And everything that I say, is blown out of place

If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?

I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit

You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced

I hit a club, you know they gon' strip

I throw all my money like I'm

In love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

New music, move music

Baby-making music, your main lady shaking to it

This the feeling teachers never gave to students

Who get paid too little to raise the stupid

Who learn more from gangster

Music than basic schoolin'

A whole generation of angry

Youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance

Distracted by the fame and jewelry

A country where we praise the wicked

And shame the clueless

When the enemy is within who

Do you aim the Nuke at?

Are we really at the top or is that

Just how're we are trained to view it?

I wonder who made the blueprint?

Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish

Built ships and chained us to it

Paid a sniper to aim at Luther

Took the World Trade, flew planes into it

And framed the Muslims?

This probably sounds like a scene

From your favorite movie

Well wake up, wake up

It don't take brains to do it, it take bank to do it

Welcome to the capital

Where only the greatest do it

Good intentions is what the road

To hell is paved with usually

And bitches swimming bottomless

In bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis

Drowning in my own lust, I had to

Drain the fluid out the group think think tank

I outgrew the fishbowl

I snapped your fucking fishing pole

Fuck opinions, they just want me

Trapped and fucking pigeon-holed

Now snap a fucking picture hoe

Got me feelin' like I don't get it, you don't get it

Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it?

Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it?

Complicated fuckin' lyrics, who gon' listen?

We all fuckin' hated math, now who wants physics

I ain't speaking to you all 'cause you all get it

But see there's projects from Duval to New York City

You ever wonder why it's called the projects?

Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress

I leave you all to your thoughts to process

Sincerely yours truly, God bless

America America

God shed his grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea