Heard they was me Heard you dissin' me Well, yeah,
1] I remember wishin' I could sit at the Grammys J and B and and Chris, be part of the clique Second guess myself and all my shit like, "Do I fit?" 3 Grammys later, I guess I must be pretty good at Way, way back in school I was to as the weird one But they cannot that music when it hit their ear drums See 'fore they knew I can sing, by the bad ones Suddenly handin' me vagina like, "Have some" I'm famous, rich, I'm rich and famous folk Suddenly the world is tellin' me my music 10 years later, several million albums Catch me laughin' at these niggas like they a joke doin' anything to go viral Sell they soul and dignity for likes though Tried to tell 'em if there's one that I know Is they key to your survival is that you be humble
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2] Who is nigga think he frontin' on Ne-Yo? Get the fuck yourself, check your ego I didn't change, I evolved, get it I wrote a song and it changed your whole of the Gentlemen, it made them pull their pants up Made them wanna dress nice, made 'em get a I transform into somethin' more than R&B I became music and that's where they couldn't me This shit way too a urban AC You's a one trick Not my homie Music is a Much room for I the mansion In one room, stanin' Why? I am Grey Poupon, I'm Evian, I'm high Been inspirin' these for a while now Never said it I never thought I had to But since they shit, I'm glad to, nigga, be humble