Lyrics:
focus, so you can flick up my picture
I'm zooming in with bifocals, you see the real in me
Got the same skin, call you twin, but don't mean you kin to me
Quarter million-dollar car, still around the hood hangin'
Still pullin' up on haters, you don't like it then come fade me
Ballin' gettin' paper (hey)
the KRS era
No I won't let up, because of how I'm set up
I come in the jam with the crazy fresh lyrics so you get up
MC's get wet up, they met up with
You gotta have the link before you order these
Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
You just found
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
I'm worth millions
And your white folks mad cause
I'm sellin' to your childrens
By the ounce and by the key
They don't wanna be like Mike
They wanna be
sex on the first date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know
theft is American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So
Got a call from my cousin
Come and get me right now
'Cause I done lost my woman
And I need a night out
Said I can't burn it down
'Cause I'm
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
a general
I don't know if they can hear me though
Don't you niggas ever bother trying to see me I'm a criminal
Oh lord once he's in the sight of the scope
You lil' bitter but with me you sweet
She like Alicia for me got the Keys
She love the OVO
She love the key sweat
She had it in her mind
Don't have
a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin'
you feel if I was green bitch, good luck
Please don't try me, don't die by me
Cause I got it, this rocket in my pocket
And no I'm not a street nigga,
to the Benz but don't start the car
If you good I'ma let you park the car
From a straight broke ass to a baller bitch
They got no other choice but to call
here
But you don't even recognize your own face in here, fuck it (fuck it)
Independent with a major budget (uh-huh)
You ain't mad at me, you mad your
Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz where you heard it first
The perpendicular said none similar
let her run me cause she bout it
Monday through Sunday we don't
Play no games here you know how we get down
You know all the hoes love me
Money makes
[radio announcer]
This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
The weather is callin for it
a quarter ticket lost in the mail?
Billion dollar plays but the streets still call me
How you stay low-key? Spotlight like Gotti
I bought a crib for
Nothin happened, mind your business yo step
You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX
They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key
Don't wanna see us come
could say that you know me
And act like i'm your homie
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me
(Come on come on)
Hold on tight and don't let go
Baby I'm
Start fallin' right through the floor
It's so natch'ral
You want more?
Come git it
Porter, he's the King
He knows how to stomp an' swing
That's King
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