j-formz – obligated lyrics
[intro: sample from maino + letter to pac]
tell me where i fit, i’m cut from a different ki
i’ll keep it real, i ain’t built for this industry…
[verse 1: j+formz]
ain’t spit a bar in 8 years, they wanna know, why not?
well, everybody started rappin, so your boy had to stop
everybody f+ckin sucked, i picked the pen back up
and picked up where i left off: never givin a f+ck…
people love to buy garbage, do they suck on purpose?
we bein real? i’ve heard homeless dudes spittin better verses…
and given the choices?
yeah, i’d have to say that i’m nicer, it’s just they got bigger promotion and better voices
ac told me it was 50% luck
and only 10 of it was sk!ll, so, i knew i was f+cked
with no connects to fill up the other 40%
i never had an investor, and not a dollar was spent
they’re gettin paid to feature some wack bars on a song
i wouldn’t do nothin with them if they paid to get me on
there’s a very small circle that i’m willin to work with
so, anytime i need a verse, i know a person that’s perfect
i’m back!
[hook: saigon sample]
i fell back from the game, it was real populated
but, it was wack, so, i started to feel obligated
to come back and attack rappers that lack substance
that’ll be every one of these wack motha f+ckas…
2x
[verse 2: dirt van freak+m]
it’s van freak+m, the walkin, 1 man, roman candle
bustin multiple shots at your squad cause i can’t stand you
it’s me verse all of ya’ll, you’re still gettin man+handled
and leavin in matchin white vans, “d+mn, daniel!”
type with flashin lights, distruction is my appetite
i’m a 1+2 combo, all you f+ggots do is scratch and bite
you could take your earrings out, and loosen up your skinny jeans
you’re still gonna get milly rocked up and down these city streets
formz put the call in like: “yo, i need you on this…”
i told him that i got him like i got his little daughter
cause bloods thicker than water, i treat him like my brother
so f+ckin with his fam’s like callin dr. kevorkian
you’re gonna get dropped in the same spot that you’re walkin in
i’ve been son+ing rappers so long, i should have an orphanage
all your clothes tight, you’re gonna love how this coffin fit
i’ve been runnin sh+t from them new york, to them oval offices
freak+m!
[chorus: saigon sample]
[verse 3: j+formz]
man, sh+t was wack, i got the f+ck up out the game, quick
but, there’s only so long that i could listen to the same sh+t
n0body k!llin nothin when they spittin?
then i’mma have to take advantage of this opportunity i’m givin
if i want some hot sh+t, then, i’mma make it myself
now a days? sh+t, it just don’t feel the same as it felt
and then they ask me why i talk tough
i see a “gangsta” hit the bag like a b+tch, and i’m supposed to keep my mouth shut!?
your talk about the gutter sounds stupid
i ain’t grow up in the hood with no choice, i grew up and moved to it
this music had me unmotivated, for real
then, you asked me to come back and let them know how i feel
so i’m tellin them point blank:
there’s dudes i’d love work with, but, this game ain’t worth it, so the rest of them? no thanks…
lovin cars and jewelry like some stupid motha f+ckas
i’m good, baby, it’s all about the guns and b+tter
and i’m back!
[chorus: saigon sample]
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