Текст песни Queen Pen - You'll Never Be Better Than Me

[Intro:]

You dogs wanna know the life I live

You dogs wanna see the things I did

So much in this world is this shit

It's just shit, just full of this



[Queen Pen]

Check it, on some down and dirty shit, Crown Height shit

Is you life thugged out Benji style shit

While you wanna front on your white style shit

Praisin all your dough on some real bullshit

I cops the high rent on land bitch

Without being platinum that's that smart guy shit

You talk about keys but never flip wiz kid

The first to cop a pleed, that's that real hot shit

Can't pick or choose wit click you wanna run with

On the up and up that's that real crab shit

Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit

But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type shit

I know what I did, what I seen, where I been

While you capitalize of this life you done lived

If you ask me that's some real bullshit

Record called me suppin me up, fake artist shit



[Chorus: Joe Hooker]

You will never be better than me

See you much too smart to me

You will never be better than me

See you much too smart to me



[Queen Pen]

Talkin about a life that you know you never lived

You a studio gangsta phony artist shit

Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid

That's that show off, big trick shit

Makin trips outta town, I gotta survive type shit

Cashin in my stamps to make the ends meet shit

How do my niggas dose on some real legal shit

On the low that's that real have your back type shit

Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit

That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit

Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit

Fuckin around wit my click, get that face lift shit

On your Ms. locked down, you outta bail type shit

You a snitchin ass punk on that deep cover shit

Never nigga



[Chorus]



[Queen Pen]

We gets down for I's on some ghetto star shit

'87, '99, we was legendary chip chicks

On I-95, pushin big boy whips

Six bricks in the trunk, that's that Braveheart shit

We done done it, lived it, wit you still talkin shit

And see a life thru your click, that's the fraudulent shit

On some flippin now shit, gettin money typed shit

Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit

Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit

And when the dough get low tell me where your click is

We roll 50 deep on that war type shit

Hittas in the trunk that's that real life shit

First trip around on some lesson earth shit

But this trip around, strictly QB shit

Bystorm shit, some more real shit

Up in ya face, stronjay type shit, ha



[Chorus]



[Hook x8]

I'm that shit, you that shit

Everybody gonna wanna rock my shit



[Chorus]