Audio Push - Take Care lyrics

How you feel about it?
Nothing's real about it
Man these rappers can't rap
As soon as you ask 'em to rap
They gon' pull out their phone or look
Back at they’re pack like "attack"
What the fuck they 'bout to do for you
My nigga
Get a bar life or get a clue, my nigga
No more booze or women for
These quote unquote rappers
Until they start tellin' the truth my nigga
Ain't no game, ain't no scrimmages
I done came face to face with these images
That's a lot different that what
They present to kids
I think them Benz’s ain’t rented
Look at'em, them Benz’s ain’t tinted
You don't really get it
You just pump fake and they
Jump to the ceiling you get off your pivot
When that lane get open you
Lay up and dunk it that's why it’s bumpin'
Let me tell you something, boy
Here come that pressure
I studied everyday and night
I stayed up late to write
About everything from crazy nights
To what ladies like
If I rhyme a word I ain't say it twice
So if you play I pray you nice
The kings are here, the weed is lit
The seats are taken
Everybody awake? Then cool let 'em know
You got two young players that
Ain't scared of you i take care of you

Dearly beloved i'm clearly disgusted
The game need some adjustments
If they ain’t talkin' pack
Flippin', rack strippin', or bustin'
Then they ain't talkin' about nothin'
There’s sadly a shortance on substance
They'd rather subtweet
I was raised on Rakim, E-40, and WC
Redman, Method Man, and Bun B
Used to write to 50 Cent's "In Da Club" beat
Wishin' I had a shot
I ain't never have a pops
So I got top country grammer
Seen Nelly on top
And I knew that I had to pop
See Luda had me throwin' them 'bows
BG and Turk had me rockin' Girbaud’s
Master P had a gee ‘bout it fa' sho'
And Fabolous had me in love with the hoes
I just wanted to flow in a cypher or a booth
Rap on a stage or in my room
Man, I just wanted to give 'em truth
The same truth Snoop gave on Gin and Juice
The way I feel about the
Game I'd offend a few
But so what? This my shit
And it's a lot I can’t vibe with
With lyrics you can understand
Voices all high pitched
So-called rappin' man
That shit need to die quick
Open your eye lids
My music lovers, we need your help
Don't cheat yourself, treat yourself
My mama told me the only way that I
Can lose is if I beat myself
So you can suck right beneath my belt
For misusing what saved my life
Like Dre ain’t raised you right
Like Missy ain’t make you hyped
Like Outkast wasn’t nationwide
But soon, they’ll be sayin’ "Thank you
Price" for taking care

Respect over everything
Rubberband wedding ring
Forever gon' hold the hustle down
Puff a pound with laughter
Ain’t no other sound neither
Keep a smile seeded
Good vibe like granny cooking on Sundays
Chasin' billboards with bills on the board
But someday but some say I’m a genius
Got a nact for these words greatest ever
Forever meaning dude keep track
Of these verbs let ‘em sleep on
Brand, not bland through any season keep on
Unlike like clothes on bitches
For money reasons
Learn what level you on, get back to me nigga
Quick jab, black yo eyes
Usher and faculty nigga
You know I love to make dollas
Only if it makes sense
Cop a ticket, hit a country
Where the people ain’t tense
I’m convinced, I ain’t really me no more
Gettin’ better by the day, young chemo flow
Free no goal, that work mean to him no budge
No quality to where you grind at
Free to move but your Mind Trap nigga!