Bo$$
Mention My Name
[Hook: x2]
We make music for the love we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get'cha face broke it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, it's certain people in this world you can't talk to
Some don't understand until they get they chest walked through
A pot-holes in they backs once the Mac pops
I can't be destroyed I'm like a airplane's black box
Question is who's willing to be a sacrifice?
So rappers won't have to pay the price in the afterlife
Evacuate the premises; we ain't going ask ya twice
Walk into a room cracking heads, no more acting nice
I stand hard and let 'em swang came too far to bend it
Plus I've never needed V*****, Cialis or ExtenZe
I'm rock-solid, brand new day, the same agendas
I'm mobbed with F.O.I., street hustlers and gangbangers
The bridge is burnt, the relationships beyond the groovement
Devils in power try'na execute the conscious movement
But if they try, get'cha heat and bring the thunder down
Since day one the realest music been the underground

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You can't write me out a history, go read your lesson
My essence is too deeply embedded in the past and the present
They want to keep this real music off the station, good
Let's ban fake radio cats from coming in the hood (kill 'em)
My regime was established to torture your team
I'm leaving corpses inside of this corporate machine
Commercial, radio ain't try'na resurrected the dead
So kill 'em all and bring the program director's head
See that's the only way a snake can ever be handled
No more meat, no more going through the proper channels
Keep stunning, it'll be your time to take some lead
I wish the DJ would ask me to break some bread
I got a circle of hot-heads that'll break ya legs
Y'all are kinda of cats communicate with feds
You don't control by destiny I got mine in my hand
Shoutout to Trae, I with ya homie I'm try'na get banned

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When I get done, he'd better hope he'd last
Five lasers I blast with no ski-mask
Enter the suffering the end won't be fast
Murder your future and put'cha present in the past
Hoping he calm will K-Rino side trippin
It's bottom it'll get it poppin like grease and fried chicken
Undetectable bombs up in your ride ticking
The unmistakable sound of a .45 kicking
Don't be around and see em becoming a new life breeder
If you gonna be a follower, follow the right leader
You scared of the grand dragon, show ya hand bragging
Ninety percent of rappers who riding on band-wagons
Wetting objects a man getting in your prophets
Quick the foil up when they threaten in ya pockets
Acting like you got no remorse for life
How you a gangsta getting punked by corporate types?
You a fraud, living a lie and a facade
I'm under the control of no man but God
What's wrong when ya put'cha opportunities on
You really gone, anybody try'na do it alone
Now the problems are too insurmountable to stand
And the people at the shows you can count 'em on ya hand
Done with no love when a solid hitted fan
Spoken to spoke out right follow hit a fan
You was arrogant man, never been courted
With no respect of those who came before you
We can see it an evil side is disagreeable
Now people use your shirt to write in yo vehicles
Agree the main rights so ya mind will be tight
Stop try'na be like fools who try'na be like
Everybody who looking for a creative handout
Try'na stand in it's time to stand out
[Hook x2]