Mysonne – Uncontrollable lyrics

[Verse]
You n-ggas playing with fire cause I command the entire
Empire State, if he state he king he a liar
Although I admire the confidence you've acquired
But put a n-gga up against Mys', it's quiet
But thank you, now I'm inspired to put you n-ggas in graves
Ingraving your tombstone ''Lord, n-gga was brave''
You n-ggas is just waves, I am an ocean
My motion is controlling like most of the east coast and
N-gga want bread, I told him you need toastings
Sometimes negative brings positive results in
I'm melting all of you n-ggas like wax on this wax
Most of these rappers is wack and that's facts
Ask some n-ggas in the mac if they listen to y'all fiction
Painting pictures of life, that's my jurisdiction
Jewish, Christians, Baptists, Muslims
Scholars, hippies, trappers, hoodlums
I ball with any being, beliveing in authenticity
This money shit these rappers be screaming don't mean shit to me
Before you think you f-cking with me know the history
I've been the truth
Since '98, they've mentioned me
Instantly when they speaking on seeking the real lyrically
(I kill all you n-ggas) I'm speaking for real, seriously
Game tell your homie he controlling the west
But this ny shit is on me, show some respect
I know you just don't expect to be crowned in my town
After all the f-cking
Years I've been putting it down
While you was riding around hiding in your mom's minivan
I was robbing around with hammers riding for my city, fam
Before it was 50, fam, it was Mysonne lefty
Rap motherf-ckers would all love to forget me
50 grams of the Whitney, 100 pounds of the sticky
All my boys in the hood, but I ain't trying to be Ricky
I'm doughboy with a flow, boy, so you know, boy
I'm a grown ass man, you ain't playing with no boy
You ain't playing with no
Toy, I'm a ticking timebomb
Heard his shit he was spittin' and it clicked like ''it's time, son''
Yeah, this the shit that I'm on
You internet n-ggas gon' need to click in and sign on
It's where I'm gon' have n-ggas saying I'm sick and my mind gone
Fish you, n-gga, that's getting this grind on
(Talk to them Mys') I'm Biggie, Jay Z and Nas
They gon' say I'm crazy, but Biggie gave me these bars
The shit this n-ggas sayin' be okay with them frauds
They get constellation prizes, but n-ggas ain't even stars
F-ck the cars n-ggas drive
The bars I provide got n-ggas hype
Banging on them bars trapped inside
You a good kid in a mad city, I'm a bad kid in a bad city
I've been getting in n-ggas ass, ask Diddy
Pause - now I'm back up on my bullshit
Hoodie on, scully on, black wool shit
Maino murder, Pat French, Vado
All of my n-ggas, but they know just like I know
I'm certified and I am lyrically a crime
So like Jay Z said it, New York City is mine
If I named you I respect you, if I don't then forget you
I respect the n-ggas you got that protect you
Motherf-ckers must have forgot that I am special
To the streets and to the art of hip hop, I am essential
Tell whoever sent you you n-ggas is all fired
Terminated, services no longer required
The nervous shit that you lames are spitting done expired
I pray a n-gga say my name, let 'em try it
I quiet a n-gga riot, I put a n-gga on dieta
I'm an underdog, it's David against Goliath
Maybe they could deny it if I just wasn't so different
If I was spitting lame shit all the others was spitting
I do a n-gga filthy, freestyle or written
Look, I cook a n-gga in every pot in my kitchen
Put 'em outt, a commission, finally got 'em to listen
To my gospel I'm an impossible mission
I promised all my n-ggas when I got out of prison
I'll bring the city back, now the statue is risen
N-gga

[Outro:]
Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you're here?

Haha, hip hop is back
I'mma straight kill you n-ggas