Braggin & Boastin (Feat. Little Brother)

"Another day up in these labels of rap And you're a battle MC, who swears that your style is fragrantly fat Can't wait to hit the studio, disabling tracks So everyone could hear your shit on turntables and DAT's You put your single out, so now you're laying it back 'Cause everybody's screaming, "Yo son, your name's on the map!" ... But prior to all the props and the street buzz Nobody in your neighborhood could give a fuck who you was Because they don't love you, they love what you stand for The car you drive and the loot you got your hands on That shit could end in a minute, any minute And your driveway won't have all them Bentleys in it"