Ransom, Bizzy Crook - Emerald City lyrics

I've been treated like old news
Niggas just won't lose
They say I'm so crude and
Barbaric on Pro Tools
I hear it, they flow cool
I ain't really impressed
I'm yet to hear something that I
Can feel in my chest
Let's put these feelings to rest, huh
The scent of a murder still on my breath
I gave the order, let's blaze a quarter
Harlem nights, see shades of Porter
Became a martyr hate my father
So tell me how could I raise a daughter?
I came to slaughter
Doubters and shit talkers
Dancing over they grave, they
Calling us Crip walkers, ha
I spit torture, the clip sparker
But still I drop couple jewels
That's precious like Ms parker
Excuse me, is this how the story is told?
Exceptional delivery with this glorious flow
I spit at 40 below, all gold everything
But just because it glitters, my
Nigga, don't mean it's gold, huh
Like you ain't know
All flash without substance
It's been a minute since I
Made some cash without hustling
What's rap without suffering? Think
Inside of the question
These niggas getting deals just
Solely off of perception
Fuck it, call it deception
These labels got no direction
Well let the realest nigga that's
Rapping teach 'em a lesson
I ain't change up shit
I'm still coming through with some real live
Niggas that I came up with
Get your chain tuck quick, fuck a stain
Blood drips
Know that dumb hood shit, I remain on it
Yeah, niggas know the story
I ain't pushing forty
But I been to hell and back, selling crack
"Pain and Glory"