Stomp
Motherfucker,
I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness
My rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubts when I'm rappin'
If I say it I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb out
If lifes a crack game I'm rolling sevens on the come out
These rappers think I'm ignorant, love saying my name
Cause maintainin' my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me, I'd say I made it and it sure wasn't luck
Because hustlers relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenup
So if that bitch don't act right I'm still gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So pimpin' "Be Easy", quit catchin' feelings
Cause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' bout you plus your beef ain't legit
So please stay off the "T.I.P." of my dick
-Luda