Lyrics:
hi
Only smell your perfume vapors as you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
Now your flashing your titties at me waitin' in line
Down to the old school
Now here we are at the reunion of the class
You ask my wife if we could have one dance
For the old times
We slow danced
But I guess that what happens when Jews started rappin'
Used to have turtles, no wonder I'm snappin'
Used to commercial, right, used to play Madden
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
how much we fake it
I'm a zenned out master, action rap blaster, after math class gassing in the car filled with laughter
There used to be a chapter
book the next flight back
I'll be wating for you as usual
To show up at the family reunion
We would get lost up in delusion
That anybody cares
Anybody
the snooty classic lit and history kids
Won't be jealous of all the mathletic dicks
And accounting students
At our class reunions
We'll all download bentley's
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
us pushing daisies on the daily
I use to hate all my Melanin
I used to feel so irrelevant
They put my daddy on medicine
We in America but I don't feel
offstage from the orchestra pit
It's too late to drop us we top off the list
Never gonna be an EPC vaccine
Laughing at the captains that be thinking we're
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
and his coach got into it
Now he back home doin' music, aye
I was at Columbia, again a straight A student
I had one B in a hip hop class, I thought that
comin' up, that's right, niggas runnin' up
Havin' fun and stuff
You niggas don't want none of us
[Snoop Dogg]
What's up homie (What's up 'cause,
up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that chu' will ever see
There'll never be, another me
By the grace of God, ya lovin' me
Pause, do it to em'
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Shards of broken promises
That used to be the window into all of me
Tragically the prophet feeds
The prophecy to those who need the food to eat
close
So present
So happy to be here
So pleased by your terror
The abject shriek in your mind
The perfect silence
As you tried not to wake your parents up
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
features
That used to diss me, when I was tryin to reach the
Tip tip-top and I won't stop
To be the master, in the field of hip-hop
I did that, and got
be who I used to desperately wanted to be,
I'm too worried 'bout the Lord gettin' credit instead of me.
And you can have the money, and you can
stutter
We used to mock and laugh, repeat when he talked back
Bunch of pieces of shit that thought we were all that
And not a single one of us had the heart
on forty inch screens
I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a [Incomprehensible] piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank
Used to sit me on your lap and teach me mother with
Early Sunday morning for them salmon and grits
I love you baby, you the one and only, that's
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