| Lirik Lagu | Mase - The Oracle |
Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama...
Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma...
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction...
Pussy nigga wearin' pink I guess he think he matchin'
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption...
Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened...
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat...
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free...
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V...
You singing nigga, ain't gonna be no back up bitch with me...
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first...
Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first...
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research...
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church...
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc...
D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot...
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block...
And everybody seen the footage I got...
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga...
I ain't gone talk about the time you fucked your sister...
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver...
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA...
You always play the sucker part...
Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park?
Matter fact I’m on a true life change...
But let's get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain...
Damn bro...
Damn the whole fuckin' land know...
After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando...
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go?
We all understand though...
You not really built for this shit...
You not ready to kill for this shit...
But no regrets...
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect...
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set...
I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu...
You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2...
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do...
Bitches fuck me but that's what dimes do...
Somebody wanna jump in tell 'em come share...
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare...
I'm pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear...
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here...
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here...
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin' guns here...
You way past the gun line...
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time...
I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign...
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line...
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash...
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed...
Gilet I know you need money I get it...
I know your digital sales I know about your digits...
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute...
I know it's crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it...
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you?
When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you...
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in...
Lady treat me like him important...
I don’t even think of scoring...
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston...
On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking...
Heard that often...
Had to rap again, y’all was boring 'em...
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want...
The whole hood know I’m the origin...
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit...
And when Jim start ballin' you get back on sissy shit...
You even had the nerve to call up Sham...
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam...
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you...
But when I think about it, that's really all you do...
You really not that fly...
You really not that guy...
You really not that wise...
I'm really not surprised...
All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies...
Now I'm like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity...
Ain’t no Children of the Corn...
Ain’t no you and me...
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity...
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community...
And thats word to my nigga Big L...
To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel...
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell...
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well...
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve...
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird...
I’m done rapping with you...
You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you...