Johnny P's Caddy

Yeah, you know?
 Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me
 Know what I mean?
 You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (big Griselda)
 I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
 I'm straight though (I'm good)
 This street shit made me what I am today
 Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
 I deserve this shit, nigga (ah)
 Butcher comin' nigga
 This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
 More 'bout how I mastered physics (uh-huh)
 In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (yeah)
 I was nice but they was right when they told me that rap a business
 I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
 Come easily? No good
 Don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
 It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it
 And then they made tracks
 And diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (fuck you doin'?)
 They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
 That was really me, nigga
 I ain't have to act in Conflicted (nah)
 Only difference is I'm livin'
 And I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
 Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
 Annual income, so here's my manual and some
 And this Eastside shit still in me
 My ability to turn words to imagery
 Prolly the reason they gon' remember me (let's talk)
 Figure we walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
 The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
 I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (mm-hmm)
 Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me
 They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
 They askin' what work y'all niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"
 Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
 Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
 Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
 'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
 It's the Butcher, nigga
 Ah, let's go
 'Bout time that I got my respect
 It's the Butcher, nigga
 Yeah, Cole fuckin' World
 Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda, Griselda)
 You know what it is, nigga
 When I show up
 I'm on ten nigga, not nine
 On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
 Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
 The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
 Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
 Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
 But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'
 Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
 But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
 Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
 They feel the pressure, me? I feel like I just left the masseuse
 Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof
 I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
 Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
 He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
 Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
 I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
 I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
 Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
 Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
 Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
 Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
 Really no MC equal, feel me?
 Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
 On God, the best rapper alive
 Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
 They tell you he never lied, nigga
 Yeah, Tana Talk