9th Wonder - Enjoy

Yeah, give respect to the trigger finger

I've been pushed that line since grade school, a fool

Since I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now

But can't get it, she got ass with a nose like... Pippen

My pimping it ain't never scared

Got real estate over there and hustle over here

Dare a nigga try to take it he gone fake it 'til he make it

Shawty break em like a bracelet, that's real talk,

Yeah, don't you snitch if you get caught

You already know if you do then you dead

And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat

But suck it up bitch deal with it, huh

Ain't' no glitch in my computer, bangin beats for the gouda

Paper plains no food 'cause

Yeah, I'm the driver and the the shooter and the taxi

I dare you mother fuckers get at me

Yeah

Yeah

I dare you mother fuckers get out me, Yeah

[Murs:]

See I grew up with the blue team before there was a u-stream

Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoes strings

Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I'm a factor

Here with this career until I'm in the here after

Classic with this mike like mike when he was blacker

And you, you remind me of me when I was wacker

I read lines and bring drama like an actor

But I'm so Hollywood that you would think that I'm a rapper

You think that I got in backwards? It really doesn't matter

Producer meets the rapper, he's the former I'm the latter

Spacing out these bars so you niggas can climb on

I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong

Burn out the industry as hot as my performance

Be mainstream dream meets the nightmare of normalcy

The anti of everything cool

Still most likely to succeed 'cause there ain't right no rules

Yeah

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Uh, my nigga we out here

Photo cutless and nothing known for your luggage

Down trip, you fabricate to the public we don't believe shit

Believing it or not, call your bluffin' leave your ass with knots

The juggernaut that's in your rectum, call pac and resurrect em'

Sure to cause a spectrum, especially when my mental telepathy start to f

Em'

Aka fuck em', aka nothings in my way once I start b b b buggin'

Fuck up your function and your house party my life's shortly about fortune

And vice

If the feds call me, I dress softly, just toss me life,

And your high tops and my possy came too properly bite

Everybody's watching alright, if you're not watching me life

Steal my big cousin a kite,

Got my shit buzzin' when shit wasn't a doorbell, an insect or lightyear in

Sight, amen!

Now won't you be, a man! and pay respects and sure, yes we progress

Destroy your baby steps, son!

Son son

Son son

Son

• Artist:9th Wonder