My flow's untouchable, now you gotta face it
No matter how many battles I been in and won
To study your moves then crush you motherfuckers
Believe it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me
Have to step in every once in a while to save me
That we finally meet, in the same place to see
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me
You're over-rated, I'm obli-gated
'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Drezy'll
Like I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing
Your peace talk, save it, your shit sounds, dated
Sometimes I forget what other people just may think
No matter how many battles I been in and won
To say to me, you had all this time to think about it
In a neighborhood daily that jumped and chased me
For every single die-hard fan who embrace me
Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?
'Cause I've been patiently waitin' for the day
No matter how many battles I been in and won
And when you face me with all the shit you've been savin'
Oh, it's never enough
You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake, G
I may be a little too fast-paced and racy
And I could give a fuck what category you place me
If I'm the best and the worst then God's gift is a curse
I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss shit
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things
Oh, it's never enough
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
You gon', say the wrong shit and get your whole face split
You ain't gonna make or break me
It get you high over and over but you gotta cop it
When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside Jay-Z
No matter how many battles I been in and won
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me
No matter how many MC's I eat up
Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it
Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem
No matter how many MC's I eat up
It only made me what I am today
If they heard some shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I spot my target, blaze it, direct hit, graze it
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basics
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
And I'm thankful for the environment that he placed me
No matter how many MC's I eat up
My music is a drug, press play you ain't gotta sniff it
A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take me
When it's hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
The smell of victory love it so much I can taste it
I'm thankful for the talent in which God gave me
Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and gone
To be specific I go ballistic, it's hieroglyphic
Oh, it's never enough
See regardless of what anybody believes who hates me
As long as you place me amongst one of them greats
