Garry With Two R's and Thomas Harmath - Producin

It's a price that come with my presence I might just charge you life
If I do not like how you living I might just charge you twice
Niggas getting bent out of shape but I got stronger pipe
What rapper you know work hard as me I make a song a night
Rarely do I vacay and never do I play safe
I'm focused on myself I don't really care bout what they make
While most of you losers is reminiscing on your heyday
My eyes is on the future making every day a great day
Look I want all the smoke
That's why my bowl is filled up to the brim
I take a hit lift off my feet and get above the rim
I got it done and saw the profit got it done again
I ditched a bitch cause she was trife
Then went and copped her kin

Tired of weak excuses
Won't listen to these losers
I do not need to make a beat
Baby I stay producing
Tired of weak excuses
Won't listen to these losers
I do not need to make a beat
Baby I

I feel as though I got it all right now I'm like a pre-op
And I ain't monkeying around I'm swinging from these tree tops
I dare you fucks to come up on my lawn I told you keep off
I get these niggas out the wait fo' they can get a sneeze off
I got this mothafucka on lock and I done swallowed the key
I hope you got your paddle and your kayak you wanna flow with me
I told that girl to show me some green if she wanna go with me
She saw me in motion said it was totally poetry
I got stanzas and some sonnets
All up on your heads like bonnets
If you do not like my sonics
You just do not get my phonics
I'm moving through space like comets
I upgraded from them rockets
You should know how I get down
So just put it in my pocket

Tired of weak excuses
Won't listen to these losers
I do not need to make a beat
Baby I stay producing
Tired of weak excuses
Won't listen to these losers
I do not need to make a beat
Baby I stay producing

Written by:
Garry Richardson

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