Blasphemy - Joey Trap

Young Rich Squad

Yeah, yeah

Akachi, he on the beat, it’s a murder

Bring it back to the days when I ain’t have no food in my stomach

Only the realest come from it

Don’t dream, I just wanted this life, ain’t all funny

I had to get to the money

I went straight to get it and bought me a mic

Now everyday, boy, I write

I live just what I say, I don’t get indecisive

These niggas invasive, just get out my life

'Cause I ain’t fuckin' with you, you ain’t actin' right

Niggas be talkin' a lot, but it’s actions that matter

All I see is steal filet on my platter

Out in Houston eatin' shrimp with the cabbage

Yeah, I’m single, but it’s money I marriage, yeah

Haha, let metalk about it

Let me talk about how my niggas done turned up against me

I’m in the garden with snakes

How I’m different 'cause I’m rockin' this Fendi

You ain’t get it on your own and you empty

And what the fuck wrong with these niggas

I don’t need to make songs with these niggas

I can do this shit all with no features

I’m in Puerto Rico on the beaches

You ain’t more than the nigga that teach you

All these rappers, they sit on the bleachers

Watch me preachin'

A lot of y’all bitin' my style

I’ve been seen that shit for a while

And they say I be bitin' y’all, yeah

That shit is blasphemy, nigga

Tooters, they blastin' me, nigga

Niggas ain’t passin' me, nigga, uhm

The original, OG, smokin' dody

This an old beef, fuck the police

Niggas know me, keep a poley

Haha, man this shit my G, uh

Gettin' this money my G, uh

I’m out in sunny side Queens

Gettin' honey, no bees, uh

Yeah, haha