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I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and make records sound just me
But nobody does this quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like
some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm
The realest, the in the realest state
I got estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to me, that's why y'all copy
I know you ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I your style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, eleven
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like kids and
Even though we men we still big
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of cause every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically goes
No part to in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let be by-gones
Rule the icon, who the industry like iPods
Had these runnin' like track stars
Except backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
Bitches the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green T-Woods
? is not to be confused white good
White gold should be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me