Let's Grow - Royce 5'9

Real n**gaz only, first of all, what’s my name?

5'9″!

Yeah, I got somethin' for you, I got somethin' for you, yeah

They call me Royce 5'9"or Mister Always-Ice-Cold

Wristed or Mister None-of-Yo'-Business

Mister Consistant-in-Conflict for so dope lyrics

Harvest, the hardest hittin' n**ga in show bid’ness

Came in this game with a pissy-a** attitude

Arrogant like «Shut up!"laughin' that you a trick

I wasn’t happy before but I’m happy today

I’m rappin' today, lookin' to get a plaque in my day

So I met this white boy one night, who turned out

To be the illest human bein' I ever heard in my life

He took me under his wing and showed me some things

And molded me into a pro until the flow was mean

Taught me not to do it like this but to do it like that

Threw me all types of love and I threw it right back

Though we don’t talk as much, we never let the game

Consume us, cause we too real, my n**ga Slim, let’s grow

Let us grow up, now we got here

We can’t stop here, we too far

All my n**gaz, y’all my n**gaz

And you all know who you are, let’s grow

Yeah, Royce 5'9"or twelve men in one

About as explosive as them shells in yo' gun

Mister Quick-to-Pull-a-Thing-on-You just for yo' loot

Mister-Mister-Mister Quick-to-Swing-on-You before he shoot

I’m the finest tuned rappin' machine rappin' a scene since

Way back when there was only rappin' in Queens

S**k my b**ls if you competin' with me homeboy

I don’t dream, I’m the type to just be homeboy

Sucka free is like a religion I honor and serve

And more common in words, a song with you, what’s in it?

Y’all n**gaz is all punks and yo' jewels is rented

And yo' diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted

I would never kill none of y’all, I ain’t that fool

But I will stomp the sh** out you, I ain’t that cool

You ain’t even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact

You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at?

Let’s grow

Royce 5'9"or one sick n**ga

B**ches know that with me that the c** gets quicker

Mister Always-Got-Some-Cris'-or-a-Pistol

Rather diss you than chill with you and will hit you

The insanest monster that came and conquered

A game that remains to be full of trained imposters

I will not let you n**gaz talk to me, nope, no way

This is not what I’m here for, give me my money

F**gots only attract f**gots, and that’s that

You rap rat, you f**kin' roaches and black maggots

Feelin' my heat, I talk sh** from the moment I wake up

Turn right around and talk sh** in my sleep, let’s grow