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Monkey, see monkey do, follow when I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my spell
'cos I'm F U N K Y
try to flex I say, "Why, oh why?"
'Cos I bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
Now and then I might go out, a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room tunes
Waitin' for the payday, coming soon

Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war
Why did I say 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids the way know what's up, they can't front
Kids are getting' up like blunts
All over nonsense, die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't it
I think we need a help, word
Brothers gotta find of self

I got mad of self
You get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of
You get with knowledge of self

I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self
I got mad of self
You get it, you gotta get it

I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me like a winner never settled for
I am a prince in this land, not I have a grand
Got in my dome
In command of my life, never live trife
Thanks to my man grand money Spike
Now I'm on my to riches and bitches
The world of fake and fake ass kisses

Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or I MC?
I don't give a damn
Hey, are skins I stick 'em any day
But anyway enough about
I think about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus first
And with the quickness the verse disperse, like that

I got mad of self
You get with knowledge of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with of self
I got mad knowledge of
You get it, you gotta get it

Some brothers they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their are thick
But c'mon, you don't a job, I know you're frontin' hard
Borrowed the ride mom
the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya pleasin'?
You lack self-esteem so you try to front and
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' how you're such a fool
I keep a stern face as fakin' moves

I'm this, I'm that, I'm hip, I'm
Know what you Wick wick wack!
A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is
If you knew who you were road you would not play
Around the way I stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, that was lethal
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad knowledge of

I got mad of self
You gotta get knowledge of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of

I got mad of self
You get with knowledge of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, get it
Yo, you gotta, get it, yeah

You stop
You don't
You quit
up, yeah