Yeah, you get to where I'm at You remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then gon' say your name on them airwaves They gon' hit you up right like it's only rap Jewels like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one the fuck it's at out to the G's from the ends We don't love no girls from the I'm gon hit 'em the wham once again I'mma end up as a man in the end, dog It's just apparent year see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like, there it is Yeah, like it is there man, hoo I tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga to Jackson State Or Young Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I it, uh it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man it, uh With the bands like I went to Clark, went to Hampton I ain't with it
I ain't felt the in a little while It's gonna take getting used to Floatin' all through the with the windows down Puttin' on I used to They told me when you get the crown It's take some getting used to New all in their old feelings now They don't you like they used to man
Way more gully than buddy buddy Never needed your acceptance, needed nothin' You don't understand, I'm the only one to hear You understand that it's me or nothin' Yea, I'm fuckin' up Shaq postin' up on that I used to have posters of Real man, you couldn't have hated that Let's be real nigga, you couldn't have it that Wooh, dance our dance, watch me You're with the best man, I'm too advanced After drop I got new demands Can't the terms, keep it movin' then Make sure the plane got a now So when we bout to land I can call to tell the I'm home now I'll 'em link up at the valley at the Hazy Think I had the that had the city going crazy
I felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the down on like I used to They never told me you get the crown It's gon' take getting used to New friends all in old feelings now They love you like they used to man
When you get to the fuck I'm at You remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done and went About the two cents I ain't never When say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta 'em about where I'm from Not about I'm going, about where I've gone Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm Got a fuckin' halo over my devil Trap all night like Chevron Suck a nigga dick for a 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new You can get for a ounce of Katy Perry I was five but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games 'em I got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the sentence I'm her mind I got, mind control over my panino Promethazine over And when my start shootin' that's B-roll bitch
I ain't felt the pressure in a while It's gonna some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the down on like I used to They never told me when you get the It's gon' take some getting to New all in their old feelings now They don't love you like used to man