Duane Jackson - The Precedent Lyrics

I'm sick of the way that these niggas act out
They like you aint even swinging in yo tracks now
I'ma tell em straight up cause its a wack style
I aint bout to class clown
People spam punches cause they aint got shit to rap bout
I play the high game, you can take the trash route
You can be that rapper that aint got nothin to pass down
I'ma be that nigga in the spaceship gettin blacked out
With a couple bad alien bitches smokin a pack of loud
They like why he talkin bitches in like every track
Probably mad im talkin shit that you aint never had
Whats the point of life if you aint gonna get the bag
I teach about it every weekend homie you can pick the class
I'm the president, the weed smoke is evident
My bars moving like a key a coke, im the evidence
I aint be surrendering nothing, this the precedent
That i will go on to be the greatest there has ever been
Its quite obvious, alma mater is confidence
I grew up with the want to be great
I went from bottled in to everything you see in your face
They call it cockiness
An ill embrace that but i still feel they are not convinced
To stand out you gotta throw some hands now
You gotta have some controversial shit that you can plan
Ill pass but, i understand the method of the mad
An although i think about it i aint never took a chance
I got bars, i got flow, an a little bit of character
I guess if that dont work ill just start to be hysterical
Like what up doe i got a glock these shots is in yo back punk
I aint live like that in real life but in my raps, thug
I be beasting on these bitches in my tracks son
Im robbin everything i see an always masked up
Im like nolifeshaq whenever them rats come
Im shooting everything in front of me yelling dats tuff
Shit my gun got a mask too, now thats love
Its even got a gat that its holds, i seen it black once
He ran up on a nigga that rapped an said you wack bruh
Then smoked that nigga outta his boots, well his track bumped