Yrit - Keeps Lyrics

No bitchassness on this one
There's nothing but classics on this one
And you can bet your ass they listenin'
It's cool makin' records and chillin'
But if I got into the game then I'm really a villain
You say you the best, they want you to prove it
Be prepared when somebody try to test and kill 'em off in your music
Well I gues I 'pose to do dat
Makin' the moves, breakin' the rules
Brag about how I pay for deez jewels
Prolly juggle mo' pussy in my hand
Change wit the times - make a couple hits so I can make y'all dance
Take the advance then wave to fans in the stands
Keep the world and the microphone inside my hand
I'm on another level - go sign a deal wit the Devil
Because he heard ya' boy was hot like a kettle
Yeah, my lawyers are ready to settle
Put my soul in a box and confine me
Make it hard for Hip-Hop to find me
So it's hard to see the silver lining
Especially when you been put in positions to play God before you think of signin'
Takin' over - the game is over - no Hova
No lyin' - I'm focused - no more need to call and rely on ya' souljaz
Sick wit the rhymin' - no ghostwriters or co-signers
Flow so fire I'll build a lane and coast right by ya'
The Targaryen barbarian scarin' 'em
Dey stuck wit the fact dey can't compare to him
Niggaz is soft - there's no competitors
Killin' 'em off - it's like I fed ISIS
Deliver the source...