Good Seats At Notre Dame lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why these rappers not in my head now
I look like I got bread now
Kicking body parts off the edge now
Laughing on the [?]
A long mile to get here
Skinny n*gga getting a gut sitting in a big chair
Vic Flair minus the white hair
n*gga I’m right here
Nobody’s gonna do sh*t, I’m ruthless it got you quite scared
I told my wife this would be my last year of rapping
Everyone that heard that line knew I was capping
What the f*ck I look like relaxing, I still got a lot of albums
I still feel like I’m chill when I’m lacking
I will kill at will when its cracking this is really my passion
This rap sh*t ain’t nothing but bragging
And while I’m at it I got the urban necessity, New Balancе
Even though I root for the kids I choose violеnce
Coming back on the screen like Noob Saibot
Copped a few Jordans when I could have bought a new watch
Sick and tired of hearing who’s hot
Let’s talk about who’s not f*cking with me
With the cannon it gets shifty
One of my homies really turned into a wizard on me
I asked the lord where was my f*cking warning
I guess when it all hit the fan you find out who your biggest friends
Those the ones that’s around ‘til it ends
And if I find out we not friends before I stop living
I guess you just the unforgiven (Oh)
I never forget when n*ggas was on my heels
They tried to stop a n*gga from being real
Tried to leave me slumped in a field (Oh)
I got up, walked to my car like nothing had happened
It’s like I got to live to keep rapping (Rapping)
That is the passion that continues to fill the room (Boom)
Plus I execute
Better watch n*ggas that’s next to you
Ooh
Boom when I execute
Better watch n*ggas that’s next to you