[Hook:]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal! [×4]
[Verse 1:]
No way you'll never make it,
Come with the weak shit, I'll break it,
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya,
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass,
A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders,
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, I hate those mothafuckin' posers,
But I'm so real, to them it's scary,
And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me,
And, no, we don't make wack tracks,
And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts,
I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy,
You're paranoid ‘cause you're a son like Elroy,
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal,
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal.
[Hook:]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal! [×4]
[Verse 2:]
Oh, yes, I'm greater than all MC's, when I breeze, give me room, please,
I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin',
Cutting off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards,
I thump hard and make 'em say that I'm God.
Niggas be pretendin' they're hardcore,
Never know the meaning of raw,
But I get props like a slogan, and no man
Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam,
Lyrically def and connecting, complete mic-wrecking,
No double-checking, vocals kill like weapons,
But if I have to, I go all out with no mic,
Yeah, that's right, ‘cause I survived mad fights,
And for my peeps I truly care
‘Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here,
And they all know how I feel,
‘Cause suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal.
[Hook:]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal! [×4]
[Verse 3:]
I know I'm dope but don't wet that,
I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin' greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop,
Check, one-two, and you don't stop,
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb,
Just like the seashore, I'm calm
But wild with my monotone style,
Because I don't need gimmicks,
Give me a fly beat and I'm all in it.
Word is bond, I go on and on,
For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands,
So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha,
Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna getcha,
‘Cause I be kickin' the real
While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal.
[Hook:]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal! [×4]
[Hook:]
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal! [×4]
[Verse 1:]
No way you'll never make it,
Come with the weak shit, I'll break it,
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya,
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some a
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