Asher Roth - Superstitious lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on
Check this out yo, the lyrics so hot they
Make my headphones sweat

That's right, I been with it
If you need it I can get it
But the way this shit gets vicious
Got me feeling superstitious

It's real, here the strong eat the weakest
I'm while others walk with Jesus
We all know what beef is here
There's no secrets
Leaked by the same G you trust that heat with
Raised by rap and grown by rock
So it seems Jay's our dad
We learned from Pac
We weren't supposed to thrive
They thought us weak
There's a drive in our lines
When they hear us speak
This is life, business, it must be held down
Rats get smelled out
We roll with bad girls, body be mad serious
Low in the whips, spitting Mobb Deep lyrics
We all thug now, chasing Goose with Hennessy
Knowing fools who rap just
To boost identities
We all gotta go, stay lucid enemies
But the hate so strong that
The ghost will never be

That's right, I been with it
If you need it I can get it
But the way this shit gets vicious
Got me feeling superstitious
That's right player, hands up player
If you got a problem then man up player
We all on a mission, just stop, look
And listen
Duck out quick when it gets superstitious

Find a ghetto, pick a block, find a corner
Pick a spot
Pick a town, pick a street, pick a house
Pick a shop
Guarantee every city is filled with lyricists
Only reason I'm here is 'cause
I didn't take it serious
Now that I'm here in this
Thing they call the industry
You think I'd be losing sleep
Be beaten to my knees
Never will you see anybody more determined
I'm burning bitches until the
Sermon's in urns
No busy turning, my brain is working
Urging me to chill with the heart of a lion
I'm obligated to chill
I'm too scared to ever fail
Never let up on myself
When I'm writing alone my life
Is such a living hell
It's like I'm living in a cell
With nothing but padded walls
No paddings or straight jackets
My thoughts and that is all
Just battling my conscious though one
Of them is free it's sick and twisted
My only competition is me

That's right, I been with it
If you need it I can get it
But the way this shit gets vicious
Got me feeling superstitious
That's right player, hands up player
If you got a problem then man up player
We all on a mission, just stop, look
And listen
Duck out quick when it gets superstitious

Ayo, pacing back and forth, it hurts
Still stressing
So money spent on weed is money well invested
Always getting tested
They pressing on your pressure points
Pessimistic test your limit's then of course
When I glance for help, rarely get a hand
Now I prance through hell, barely get a tan
Let me tell you who I am, it's the sword and
Half man, half-amazing, a quarter ridiculous

That's right player, hands up player
If you got a problem then man up player
We all on a mission, just stop, look
And listen
Duck out quick when it gets superstitious