late-night insomniatic sessions got me dreamin
unconsciousness couldnt even stop me from schemin
got me a reason, out to shop for the season
cop me an eagle - and pop out in the Beemer
cops always geekin, 19 years old, luxury class on wheels
steal the show, yall quickly know the deal
only time grown folk scared of kids is when they hold steel
dont use ovens, hot shit, never cold meals
develop whole deals while we measure up the pillows
split it down the middle, yet we sell it for the system
plot structure intricate, Rembrandt silouettes
we live by code names now, stay low like minorettes
adopt stealth health, lay low, say "No" to threats
do this shit for fun, might say "No" to shows with checks
cause we know the steps, counterfeit rejects, dry snitchin like a bitch would
changin more stances than Darryl Strawberry or a switch wood
take the game a piece at a time, leave the field with the bases
Oakland Rickey, rookie spark, underdog, seen as faceless ...
you cant name anything out of my rhymes thats fake...thats the difference between those "ones that arent about nothin" and me ...
would have been more tactful if you had asked me first off if the shit i wrote was fake ...
but haters dont do that.
You can rhyme....
but you arent about what your talkin about...
I think you should stay true to yaself, and not try to fit in and be a 'gangsta'
because in reality, they are the ones that arent about nothin...
maybe that will get to you...