Mr. Miyagi - Boosie Badazz

All I ever did was teach folk in the community

A place where ain’t no lawyers, or ain’t no 'munity

Talked 'bout that in my city and how to keep it up

Explain to in detail why you boys don’t know my struggle

It’s that real deal shit from a real motherfucker

My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker

Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it

Mr. Miyagi with this shit dope, you learned from it

It’s that murder man music, it’s that nigga Boosie

30 chains on his neck, look at him, that nigga stupid

He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22

I trained 20 niggas, they busting 20 Ubers

I thought 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail

When they stripping fail, I got 'em outta jail

If that ain’t real, what you call that?

Came home got it all back

My line busy nigga, call back

Mr. Miyagi with this real shit

Mr. Miyagi with this real shit

Mr. Miyagi with this real shit

Mr. Miyagi with this real shit

I took niggas with no hustle, met them outta juvy

Riding with niggas like Busta and

I took care of niggas, if I was sliding, they was sliding with me

Wonder why a nigga couldn’t sit and testify me

Fucking everything we did get up and lie on me

If that ain’t high ratings, Mr. Miyagi

Fuck any nigga that ain’t got my back, I know God got me

They said I wouldn’t come at all, go watch

They say all my niggas looking like they got hard faces

Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you think they couldn’t break?

Something rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient

Cause all they had was niggas brains on the dinner table

If they ever ever ghetto, they look up to me

Everybody just a little, they won’t fuck with me

If you’s an animal, then I’m fucking me

wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi