One Take

[Intro: Young Noble]
Yeah...
Young Nobe', third eye view
'Preciate you niggas for tunin' in man
My Makaveli live on, Killa Kadafi live on
Hussein Fatal live on, Big Syke live on
I'ma just one take this joint, no ad libs no stoppin'
No none of that shit, listen

[Verse 1: Young Noble]
When these rappers start fallin' they either start hatin' or bloggin'
Tell you to ya face, homie face it, you garbage
Pay homage, talkin' down on my folks
But no matter what these rappers do the don still a goat
What's beef? Beef is a Instagram post these days
Whole rap game done turned into a jokе
Supposed to be O.G.'s actin' worse than thе kids do
Damn shame youngin's got nobody to look up to
Tried to show 'em better I survived what I've been through
'Cause what I've been through, yeah it probably would've killed you
Real life bars no publicity stunts
When you authentic in yo' spirit you just gotta show up
Yeah they hate that, this outlaw spirit, you can't break that
This type of dedication or hustle you can't fake that
Shake that black cloud they wanna see us stuck up under
It's like they hate that I'm focused and still doin' numbers
Vacations over seas last twenty summers
These niggas mad 'cause they can't take nothin' from us
Tryna say we still eatin' off the don's shit
I just laugh, they don't know the math
I've been signed to myself since the year twothousand
By twothousand and one, touched my first million
Since then been droppin' every year most consistent
Fuck a major label did it all independent
We own our own masters, haters I ain't mad at y'all
Every thirty days I get paid from my catalog
Shout out to Ghazi this outlaw empire
Take it back to 96 shit I've been fire
"Bomb First", "Hail Mary", "Life Of An Outlaw"
Baby girl I'm still "Just Like Daddy"
And this new generation of suckas is unhealthy
They don't want money, they just wanna take a selfie
Social media thugs, attention whores
Keep all wars, they don't come outside no more
Yeah we cut from that cloth they don't make no more
Enough of this fake shit, I can't take no more
Fuck around and retire, the game don't deserve me
All this game I've been givin' these niggas they ain't worthy
Still got riders from Compton to Jersey
Catch that nigga slippin' they gon' do his ass dirty
No warnin's, no tweets, no diss records
Move in silence, these niggas got snitch jackets
Alertin' their boys every time they get online
Fake beefin' makin' a lot of noise
They just leavin' bread crumbs for the hip hop cops
So when them shots pop, they already know who to watch
The game tricky, they wanna trick me out of my spot
I've got a third eye view I sit back and I plot
On my next lick you bumpin' this I'm finishin' my next shit
On my Makaveli shit, plottin' my exit
The best shit, outlawz we do this shit wit' substance
Hundred years from now they still gon' bump this
That's one take nigga
Yeah... Outlaw...

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