When I dropped my first album niggas was jocking me tough

And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough

"Well slow it down"

Hell no! I ain't slowing down shit

It's 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick

You know what I'm saying motherfuckers try to front on the Blank

Soon as they think I got paid smoke a blunt with the Blank

Then we get high so high that they think I don't notice

But only if they knew, that's the only way I could focus

Hip hop blues, I'm still paying dues undercover

But they don't see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer

Pawning all of my shit and I couldn't afford to get it back

But still made hits 'cause Dope ain't charged me nothing for the tracks

Cool, much respect due, I see you fool

Motherfuckers don't appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do

Women around Houston seem to think we rich

Because every time they see me I'm rolling with a different bitch

I got a tape, true enough, it's jamming, G

But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D

So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git

When you weren't there when I was making this shit

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Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack

Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?

Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this

And I'll be damned if I let a nigga take this

'Cause it's all about respect and never giving up

But a lot of artists these days just don't give a fuck

I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop

Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop

And what I don't understand to this very day is

How'd all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit

I dig ditches for bitches tha