Spitta With the Locs - Alter Ego Lyrics

YOP
Yop right?
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Should I switch my whole swag to get people's attention
Should I alter who I am cause of people's opinion
Steal your favorite rapper's flow if I think you would listen
Middle finger to your thoughts, man, I'm keeping it Winston
Hold the keys to the thing with the leaking transmission
With the skills that'll get me the keys to the Benzes
Haters throwin' salt, these niggas need to be bitches
They be all about that drama, I keep to my business
I'm a rookie but I speak from a seasoned position
From the hood with the mind of a king or an emperor
Tryna build an empire, just need me an empress
My microphone is my scepter, my team is my henchmen
Breaking bread, sipping wine, I feast with my niggas
Haters from the outside wanna beef with a nigga
I get on my 5-0, C-E-N-T with these niggas screaming war
No white flag and no peace for these niggas
Yeah, I'm on my team, tell em that, tell em that
Grinding hard until I'm dead and laying flat
On my back, did someone say Connecticut, we putting that on the map
You ain't messing with my team, homie, we bad
Michael Jack, Michael Jack, Michael Jack
If you hatin', you can beat it
360, I'm in this game and I'm realizing my achievements
Along with fighting my slumber
I'm fighting with all my demons
If they take me out tonight
Just know I went out on my team, shit
Team, shit
I got my Shaka, symbol way up
Sleeping on me, cool
I'll just make sure you never wake up
In addition to my passion, I'm doing this for the paper
Drop Viagra in my batter
I'm just trying to get my cake up
Make the most of my existence
Teachin' and learning lessons
Cut loose ends out of your circle
They're cancers to your progression
Only way you can fail is neglecting to give an effort
Don't be scared to get knocked down
Just strive to remain erect
And my confidence got me flexing
Literally showing muscle, grinding hard
Cause my success is only as great as my hustle
Don't think you can't be touched dude
Quickest way to get touched
On the way up, niggas
Much rather hate you than show you love
They pretend they never hated when labels hitting you up
I suggest your middle fingers stay waving
Don't give a f*ck
We making it out the slums
That's word to my nigga, N8
And in this field, we running tracks
That's word to my nigga, Jay
I'm packing my bags, preparing to leave a life that I'm leading
Allergic to failure
I see that I'm succeeding or sneezing
To say we livin' second rate is an understatement
I had a partner almost lose everything trying to flee from policemen
Fake niggas is misleading and women ain't nothing either
And family will have you f*cked over being your brother's keeper
Losing touch with yourself cause you too busy playing keep up
Following other people f*ck happened to all the leaders Im me
From the day my life started to the end of it
A man is not defined by how many trends he sets
But if I had to set one it'd be get your bread keep your fam straight, and never sell your soul to get ahead
So should I switch my whole swag to get people's attention
Should I alter who I am cause of people's opinions
Steal your favorite rapper's flow if I think you would listen
Middle finger to your thoughts, but I'm keeping it Winston
Charles
Keep it goin'
I'm keeping it Winston
I I I I'm keeping it Winston
I'm keeping it Winston
I I I I'm keeping it Winston
Charles