Spartacus

[Intro]
Let's do it
Uh

Journey these steps
Tyrone Briggs's career
Advise you adjust your lens if the picture ain't clear/
Hold up, wait for it, watch me get my cake on it
Black cloud on my head, that mean that I'm brainstorming

I came from the bottom, mom and dad had to hustle for rent
If I scuffed my kicks, they would kick my ass off that money they spent
Everything that I went through, I jot
If not, then I ought to get lynched
So these rap nigga's never take no shots
Coach got 'em all warming the bench

Take a look at the way I go hard
Go hard without having to force it
The way I set mics on fire, you'll think that Pepsi endorsed it
Of course I'll put on for the city, show the world that I'm devoted
In return, they'd rather body than to second that emotion
Kill my vibe

Guess that these niggas wanna keep me in the hood
Where they hate from afar, never show love
Bunch of niggas giving fake daps, fake hugs
In the cut with a dutch, ask if you smoke bud
Putting dust in the blunt, tell you smoke that, smoke that
Put you in a V and put it right under your seat
While they're working for police, tell you, "Hold that, hold that"
I ain't gotta say, shorty claiming you're her boo, fucking every other dude
That's a known fact, know that

We talk with vanity, we talk but can it be
Reason? They seem to depart humanity
Speak as we peeps, that's retard, insanity
Real recognize real and we far from family

Feet and my hands, throat in they neck
Either they break it or show me respect
Kicked to the curb, showed me neglect
'Til I hitchhiked my way to the road of success
Keeping my promise, put on for my set
Indeed I'm promised, they know I'm a threat (Ahh)

With this music, all true shit
Trying to go from criminal to legit
Doing everything they said I couldn't
Trying to show that they new shit's bullshit
It's S.I.N.Y, east coast shit
Show 'em how the brother from east coast get
Paying my dues, came out of the blue like a gat popping, flag dropping east coast Crip

I get critiques from the public, they always think that I'm on
But the city won't appreciate nothing until I made it and gone
How could you appreciate Jesus if you were raised on Qurans?
How could you appreciate Jordan if you was raised on Lebron?

We're two different cultures, different time zone
I was raised in the era Wu got on
Big and Pac really died in my time zone
Jigga and Nas kept it alive in my time zone
My zone's pretty evident, carried this broad
We call the game, I'ma carry the torch
My comps irrelevant, feel like it's heaven sent
Feel like God's saying it's practically yours

Guess I gotta show 'em how I spit it how I live it
And I live it to the limit
Ain't nobody gonna trust me when I twist shit up
Ain't no competition with the rapping, I treat it like a wet napkin how I rip shit up
Ain't nobody really gonna spit like us
Lames they ain't really try to change in the game 'til I came in the door
Kid spitting out that raw
If this rapping was a race, nigga, eat my dust

Fall back, watch a nigga heat shit up
Ride with a nigga to S.I., ain't no lie
That I shine on a nigga when I rhyme
You can put an OG in his prime
He ain't fucking with that Tah, nigga, nah

I'ma go get the pump
You don't want the kid, go and pop that trunk
Coming at the kid, get smoked like a blunt
I'ma get 'em for they goods when I blow past, one