Man, I spark and let my sentiments drop
And though I know it's not a lot
At least I'm worthies of the gentlemen than not
And with plenty of Remy shots I can see plenty plots
Coming out this pen that I got
With new members in stocks
From the hills to the end of the dock
You see we build like the stems of your block
And shot for pots of gold, rock and roll
Keep it proper ain't stopping for no obstacle
You can watch us go, we act obnoxious, our pockets grow
We got a spot turning tropical
And I'll be lying if I said that it's not for dough
But when I knock, hear the sockets blow
Shit, you see it's not so that I do not flow
I just got more drugs than docs in hospitals
And oh, I forgot to let you know
This vet said so, just let go, stretch your toes
Hey man, paperboys hitting like cocaine
It's no thang, double a spitting that caine
And it's strange, is it the fame or is it the same?
I wonder if it is or it isn't, please explain
We ain't changed, famous gang but still we roll
We nice with that language thang you better know
We done could have banged your dame but let her go
Oh no, no, no
Ayo, you know I'm fresh in the flesh
I put another session to rest
Life is just a lot of lessons I guess
Nevertheless, my man critical said it best
Being underrated is the key to success
So I express myself in rhythms and rows
And I done seen a lot of women getting rid of they clothes
It looks like I'm doing fine with the little I know
And I don't need lines my video wrote (Ooh, I can dance on it)
That's me, I'm that mzungu grabbing his pumbu
They like is it for real kweli, haki ya mungu
This took practice, I don't give a fuck if you rap backwards
The fact is I know what I'm hearing, that's wack shit
Pissing me off like taxes, face it
I'm the ally or the axis of some verses matches
Another album and that's it, I'm done
Now maybe even y'all can get some, faggots
Hey man, paperboys hitting like cocaine
It's no thang, double a spitting that caine
And it's strange, is it the fame or is it the same?
I wonder if it is or it isn't, please explain
We ain't changed, famous gang but still we roll
We nice with that language thang you better know
We done could have banged your dame but let her go
Oh no, no, no
Yo, there's a slight chance that you tough enough, just might be
Or maybe you just fucking up, just like me
I see, all we want is just to feel irie
And since I ain't tryna hurt no feelings, I agree
But that's not why my label hired me
They did it because I'm too good
So if you don't feel it, you should
But you would if you could, so if you don't, you won't
But me and you can still sit back, smoke a joint
I get straight to the point, chase papers and coins
A lot of people think it's safer going straight for the groin
But they toy, and now them cats annoyed
While me, I'm cute, shit, I should have been a Backstreet Boy
Fuck that y'all
Hey man, paperboys hitting like cocaine
It's no thang, double a spitting that caine
And it's strange, is it the fame or is it the same?
I wonder if it is or it isn't, please explain
We ain't changed, famous gang but still we roll
We nice with that language thang you better know
We done could have banged your dame but let her go
Oh no, no, no
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