Let me tell you my story
Yeah
What's up kids, you may know me as the craziest
The one with the amazing flaming gift
I'm J-Roc but came to save this shit
Mr. I Don't Know Who Jay-Z Is
The crew is Dope D.O.D. motherfucker
And now you know the name all these niggas start to suck up
I forgot your name 'cause I'm not listening
And I won't pop your CD into my sound system
'Cause I'm still broke as fuck
Now give me one good reason I shouldn't stick your ass up
Thinking I'm famous, I won't give a fuck
They say in life it's all about the little stuff nigga, give it up
I've been around the world, seen a lot of pretty places
Big booties, shitty faces, masons, handshaking
Put blood on the paper 'cause I'm more than impatient
When I'm signing with Satan and I'm breaking
Feeling like them ape men I'm caged in
My shitty life has been a little frustrating
And I'm aging, it's like the whole foundation
Of my fucking life caved in, but fuck it
I got a million ways to tell y'all niggas suck it
Like more skills, more attitude, and more power to bust it
You're probably looking at the roach and acting all disgusted
Guess what? I love it
You're spending all your time on some random bitches
Watch me and my fam go from rags to riches
You wanna stay broke, then that's your business
I roll with the giants, fuck y'all midgets
You're living a lie but still you won't admit it
I'm not in the mood, everyone is gonna get it
I used to respect shit, you lost all credit
Now you get disrespected and tested, you dumb prick
Watch the clock tick, it goes too quick
Shit is serious, no taking the piss
The team move slick and we stay so sick
You don't stack no bricks, now you're losing grip
You walk with a limp and a walking stick
'Cause you fucked with the clique and got brutally kicked
No, life ain't a flick, you played out like card tricks
Open up your eyes and see reality, bitch
I hear people say nowadays he got real cocky
He's stuck in a cycle of tour fame and money
That's funny buddy, you think you know the facts now?
Think again or drop by, I'm still in the crackhouse
Still without heat and the occasional blackout
The rap monkey's still in my yard, he can't get out
I pull the hash out and think for a minute
But that ain't enough if you're living with a time limit
The clock's ticking, I'm still spitting real hip-hop
I fall down daily but learned how to get up
I roll with the Reaper, Diggles and Roc and
2P, Moles, and a handful of blood kin
Backstabbing trash ends up in a dustbin
Or under the dark dirt slowly forgotten
So watch what you wish for and try understanding
The way I grew up, I don't take shit for granted
Yeah, try to understand it
The way I grew up, I don't take shit for granted
You better try to understand it
The way we grew up, we don't take shit for granted
Dope D.O.D., 2012 and beyond
Until the next time the world ends
Peace
