Penguins

[Verse 1]

What would you do if you had the chance
To make up for all the struggles your fam was going through?
Look me in my eyes so you know that I tell the truth
Hate me in despise cause I'm doing better than you
That's why I don't talk shit rather than when I rap
Then they say that I'm two-face, too [?] for a nigga
I went almost two days without fucking eating
Gave up them home cook meals to rap over these beats and
Show my parents I could help'em while under achieving
Fuck school, they couldn't afford it anyway, I
Went for a day because financially was sitting late
And I've never tried to knock a nigga hustle
Or come up off a popular name, you niggas should be ashamed
I'm so ahead of the game, and they ain't even notice
Cause I'm super low with it so go and just keep blowing dick
Never let my talents slip, a nigga kept the whole of it
Cause I remember why I started in the first place
I learned everything that I know from my birth place
So if was only right I'd retrace, and they say
If you can make it in the city you can make it anywhere
So I'm back home making dollars out of pennys here
Don't give a fuck if you like me, you niggas many queers
You ain't seen the shit that I've been through
That's why when I feel your hate I swear I gotta finish you
You can blame it on my Napoleon complex, I'm not only complex
I can dumb it down for you stupid niggas
You could be flying but you're still fake like cupid nigga

[Hook]
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[Verse 2]

I can show you how to make nothing into something
It's like making money from doing a front-flip
You can call it gymnastics, we ain't doing no front-flips
I tell'em to front piff, and make a quick hundred
I'll call you a dumb bitch
If you've ever tried to bite the hand that feeds
When you look out for yourself, niggas wanna call it greed
Just give up my dick, please will you let a nigga breathe
I got here on my own, I ain't even really need help
I'm just trying to seek wealth
Cause my parents almost lost everything
Thank God for music and this motherfucking Mary Jane
Was on the verge of becoming an insane nigga
Why you think I wanted to make it in the game nigga?
I got a passion for music, I swear I love it
Some people do it for fun but who the hell am I to judge shit?
But when you ain't doing nothing and just expect for it to come
With just a hand down and FUCK YOU!
Cause I put my blood, sweat and tears into this music shit I swear
So that's why you're left behind and I'm kicking in six gear
So ahead as if we were in the [?], my hunger for more
Be putting fear on them
Hear a nigga tearing these rappers who ain't 'bout shit
I call these fools zinos, they're all counterfeit
So just pick up another career money, then maybe you will be able
To steer in front of me while I'm spitting so lovely