Letras Rid of Mcvay - Swifty McVay

Rid of Mcvay

At birth, when I entered this side of the planet Earth\nI learned how to walk and then I planted my word\nWhat grew out of it? They didn’t think it was prone to grow\nI’m just a little body that carried no soul\nNobody was interested, I know the regret\nThey should’ve spent more time but they let a nigga get hard-headed\nInstead of telling me the reason to stop\nI got a mind of my own and kept it up\nA little distraught, I done fought to stay innocent in the court\nWhile the real niggas that did it got up and walked\nBrought confusion to my family but I’m a grown man, nah\nThey understand that I can’t fall and hide\nYou gon' tell me what the hell to do\nI’m wilding out whenever I get the chance to\nI’m worse than National Lampoon\nAnd dirty as a gas station’s bathroom\nI spaz out then ask «What did I do?»\nI’m a Detroit native that ain’t slow to anger\nThey rather hate me other than get they paper\nMy résumé's heinous, what you think I’m made of?\nMy bones titanium, forever be a one\nI ain’t changing, love me or hate me\nDraw your conclusion, but you’ll never erase me\nYou can pop me, stab me, straight haze me\nYou never get rid of McVay that easy\nI’m heartless, I throw up on your carpet and start shit\nThen stay overnight and do the same to your omelette\nI’m not a quitter, I’m persistent when I’m talking to sisters\nI womanize your mama in an instant\nShe gave me her number and I’m calling her right in front of her\nJust in case she gave me a wrong one\nI come from the slums, but I ain’t dumb\nAnd my oral presentation is awful\nBut my résumé is far from a blank page\nI’m hostile, killing with a teenage passion\nI’m slumped and I hate it when niggas count my pockets\nObnoxious and absurd, I’m quick to get the last word\nI get up under your skin then strike a nerve\nYou heard about me and I ain’t changing\nAnd you don’t wanna tame this beast\nAnd I would never be caged in\nThe state pen? I’m allergic to it\nAnd I remain B&M and my quota is just to do it\nI’m a Detroit native that ain’t slow to anger\nThey rather hate me other than get they paper\nMy résumé's heinous, what you think I’m made of?\nMy bones titanium, forever be a one\nI ain’t changing, love me or hate me\nDraw your conclusion, but you’ll never erase me\nYou can pop me, stab me, straight haze me\nYou never get rid of McVay that easy\nWhat’s in me is what people envy\nThey wanna get rude but I be trying to stay cooler than mint leaves\nI see a lot of foes, I sip a too many Mojitos\nShowing off every time that they meet hoes\nI can get on your level, I can raise hell\nThen prepare for a family reunion inside of jail\nI don’t care if you don’t like me or despise my lyrics\nSee I’m in it to win it and wise enough to peep spirits\nSee I don’t hear voices, the choices that I make\nIt’s meant for it to happen I don’t believe in no mistakes\nAnd fuck coincidences for any incidences\nI’m made to be relentless and my sons\nSee, I don’t wait for humans, gotta keep it moving\nDon’t underestimate me and my track record’s proving\nI got a lot to lose when maneuvering\nIn this stupid-ass planet we live in\nSo don’t take it for granted\nI’m a Detroit native that ain’t slow to anger\nThey rather hate me other than get they paper\nMy résumé's heinous, what you think I’m made of?\nMy bones titanium, forever be a one\nI ain’t changing, love me or hate me\nDraw your conclusion, but you’ll never erase me\nYou can pop me, stab me, straight haze me\nYou never get rid of McVay that easy