Verse 1: ShaqIsDope]
Ah
Always under pressure, nothing less, tell them n***as we can get it anytime though
Ah
You wanna go to war, I put them bodies on the floor, then people know that I ain't lying though
Ain't no rappers really matching up with my flow
Give 'em the beat, god damn even my clothes
Same booth, but listen to the truth, you still couldn't copy my style if you tried though
Dre got apple, Jay got title, my idols
But imma kill the game
Instead of born a rival
My sound is like an assault rifle
You could put it on the bible
I'm here just to goodnight you
Don't even like you
Not friends the perfect title
Type to show up when we ain't even invite you
Lame, then they ask why I go insane
Cause I came up out the gutter word to mother I ain't playin' n***a
Ahh
One thing about me
I don't really need the co-sign
I put the work under your nose
And trust me I knew
Still couldn't hit 'em with the dope line
This is no effort, this is no try, still came out so fire
They know one to one
They see with both eyes
You are what u eat and weak licking the choke shine
You pussy
I'm feelin like a bully
Told you to come and push me now I'm pounding fist
They gone know whose sign is this
Tell me who I'm signing miss
Imma serve the nation
Listen they gone want a pound of this
Drinking till i'm rich
When they come imma drown in crisp glamour and glitz
Couple times I would call it quits
Then I realize I could never give up all of this
Look up to the stars and shit
Lit up like an ornament
It cost to be the boss these days I'm affording it there's still so much more to get

[Hook: ShaqIsDope]
My voice is a weapon
Kill competition, I channel aggresion
Count up the paper, first count the blessings
Ever since Young C I knew I was destined
Never stop flexing
What you expectin'
If I ain't the one you better keep guessing
No time for resting
Not even a second
I gotta keep working its all about progression
Whoa
Eyes on the money
They can never take it from me
I'm just hopin' you can feel that
Ah
Speaking with a weapon
Now the watchin' how im steppin'
Listen no I can't conceal that
Ah
Postin' in the city
Gotta couple people with me
Man I'm always where the real at
Ah
This my case steal that
Think again better tell them folks to peel back
Ah

[Verse 2: ShaqIsDope]
Hit me a lick
All it gone take is a step to get rich
Invest in the trap and packs gone get flipped
Cause my n***as work hard, they clock in them shifts
Never sold shit cause I see what you get
Thousands of dollars and cuffs on they wrist
I'm all in the mix
Always In piss
In love with the ghetto where I come from is lit
Whoa
Speaking on the violence
I was jamming to the sirens
As a youngin I ain't lyin'
9/11 they was dialin'
All the guns and they was firin'
Tell the hatin' was gettin tirin'
I was hopin' for a sign
Looking for a change
An ejection you'd get caught up in the rain
Hopin' my voice is the weapon for the slain
For the families In pain
I know the young dream
They livin' with the fact it will never be the same
Yeah
I never carried all this weight up on my journey
Took this things up on my back and now my vision gettin' blurry
Listen see when they come to this
My health just don't concern me
God told me I was chosen no need to be gettin worried
But I gotta keep cautious, trust in the process
No strikes yet
Game absolutely flawless
You look exhausted
Exactly what I wanted
Lost or you forfeit
Go ahead and call it
Soon to be ballin'
Better take precaution
Shaq with some paper he's a little bit obnoxious
I came from mouse traps and a messed up faucet
Can't blame me from wanting money in my wallet
Soldiers that fallen
Carry on the knowledge
Always stay thorough, and remain solid
Every time I speak I promise to demolish
I slaughter all of y'all its time to pay homage gone

[Hook: ShaqIsDope]
My voice is a weapon
Kill competition, I channel aggresion
Count up the paper, first count the blessings
Ever since Young C I knew I was destined
Never stop flexing
What you expectin'
If I ain't the one u better keep guessing
No time for resting
Not even a second
I gotta keep working its all about progression
Whoa
Eyes on the money
You can never take it from me
Im just hopin' u can feel that
Ah
Speaking with a weapon
Now the watchin' how im steppin'
Listen no I can't conceal that
Ah
Postin' in the city
Gotta couple people with me
I'm always where the real at
Ah
This my case steal that
Think again better tell them folks to peel back
Ah