JJ Virk - Tough Guy Lyrics

You are not a tough guy, really you's a hoe
Out here talkin' like you know shit when really bitch you don't
You hide behind a disguise, trust me it shows
I've always been this guy, the one as what I'm known
Bring it back around, check the background
Ain't no backing down, I'm back to pen shit down
And practice it aloud fore' I hit the mic and let shit out
Like this that shit I fiend for, put my headphones on and record
When I'm still in doubt, I play a beat and let out freestyles
Feels like it's a feast now, I could feel the beast now
You judge me, you a priest now? Sinnin' on a spree style
To myself I keep now, livin' all discreet now
Your bullshit I don't feed now, I see through that clean image
You, I might jus' single out, a sellout with no single out
A rapper turn to singer now, Your records now got writers brah
So I keep cool on a beat, bitch you ain't no threat to me
Everything I say I mean, when it comes to rap I'm mean
I jus' hop on beats, drop a sweet sixteen
Options I don't see, Target locked in then repeat
Told you don't you play with me, this ain't no game to me
Come correct when approachin' me
Watch your mouth don't make a scene
You are not a tough guy, really you's a hoe
Out here talkin' like you know shit when really bitch you don't
You hide behind a disguise, trust me it shows
I've always been this guy, the one as what I'm known
Talkin' about it you know that I got it
It don't even matter, I'm back to the catalog stackin' up
If I was you I would jus' back it up
For beats Ima' addict who ain't had enough
No peace you gon' find when you actin' tough
You testin' the part of me who don't know better
Now I'm back in the lab in the cold weather
Chillin', while I let the flow get em'
On a beat I dead em', The road you on it gon' lead you to a dead-end
They used to tell me this ain't for me now I'm so far ahead of em'
Look up to the top and feel like that is where I belong, man
Somebody saved a spot I can tell I see the signs man
Don't compare me to who I'm not, I am my own man, man
This ain't what you want, in the booth I'm outta my head man
Walkout feelin' light like I got something off my chest man
It's a therapy session, Thank god it's a blessing
So much shit I done dealt with, If music wasn't in the package
I prolly' would've lost myself in, thoughts they take and box em up and
Try to get you to believe that you are not that person
I wonder what I would've done, would I ride or die with a gun
If they try to jack in a box me, I go all out, Ima' call-out
Each and everyone who thought there ain't gon' be no problem
Simmer down, bitch I'm callin' shots, you are not allowed to talk, kid
You are not a tough guy, really you's a hoe
Out here talkin' like you know shit when really bitch you don't
You hide behind a disguise, trust me it shows
I've always been this guy, the one as what I'm known
What you know about a writers block
Try to pen shit down and mind go dull
Write a verse and now you doubt it all
Then it's back and forth up in your dome
Bouncin' thoughts right off the microphone
Bust the locks right off the main door
Barge in like "oh hey bro"
One man army I go all in, all commando
If the shoe fit Ima' wear it as the muhf*ckin' dress code
You a pawn and on the chess board, only move when heard a yes, go
Ain't no tellin' what I'd do when it comes down to respect bro
You are not a tough guy, really you's a hoe
Out here talkin' like you know shit when really bitch you don't
You hide behind a disguise, trust me it shows
I've always been this guy, the one as what I'm known