Stone - Stuck In My Ways lyrics

[Verse 1: Stone] I could rap to any beat don't tell me when to come in And I win, man I could do it again Oh now you wanna be friends? Cuz you heard I wrote a rhyme, cla**ify it as divine But this sh** ain't rocket science Like, all I gotta do is be myself I don't think of anybody else I guess I'm selfish Conceded in a way, cuz my sh** is appraised And I'm stuck in my ways, and I'm stuck in days I'm tryna f**ing get paid, ain't make no f**ing mistakes My sh** is planned out, and my future in concrete Giving this away like I'm hosting a swap meet Homie get off me, I need my space I'm looking for the real I can't find me a trace Has it been misplaced? or is it extinct I'm tryna resurrect it homie what do you think? [Hook: Stone] I put my ink to the pad, my mind to this sh** I'm flying to this sh**, tryna f**ing find me a grip My ink to the pad, my mind to this sh** I'm flying to this sh**, tryna f**ing me a grip (yea) [Verse 2: Stone] I'm living, I'm having visions of my money multiplying gotta make a decision, should I: Go to school, keep following the rules, get a job, buy a house an a pool? Nah, I'm cool I'ma keep my nose in a book, I'ma write some dope sh** I'ma sing me some hooks, disciple is my friend yea thats what it took For the greats, to carry the weight, like a freight I don't care what you think, man f** your debate I know I'm bound to be great, tell me can you relate? Oh, you think that I'm fake? I know you feel the authenticity I promise if you leave me now that one day you'll be missing me My baby's kissing me, she bites me on the lip to make me think that she was fishing me, I just hope that you are listening Cutting, and breaking, and rolling the weed Do what I want make this sh** is obscene Turning the heads when I step on the scene Keepin' it real do you know what I mean? And I'm back now, you know I brought the flow back now Crossing motherf**ers like my name was J. Stackhouse And its a fact now, that these rappers are kinda wack now Stuntin' to make up for the sh** that they lack now It's so disturbing, I listen to repetative verses And I'm still serving these tables its time to open the curtains And make way, for the new brand of new sh** I'm working day and night on this strand of new sh** And who's this, the dude spits and lose lips might sink ships So you better keep your sh** zipped for real You looking at me mad off of the pill Record label executives erasing your f**ing deal, and that's real