I know you niggaz fuckin' with me
How dare these try to fuckin' hate on me? out and make records sound just like me But nobody does this here like me Now let me ya a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to like me Who pulls whips out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me I guess it's my time, all is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule Talk shit to get they name in the newspapers Haters never pay dues got they feet in somebody shoes
Walk with me or ride this old with the rims you can sit in Or the Enzo them TV's that's hidden I stay in menages various women Huh, I'm just kiddin', that's not how I'm
The realest, the in the realest state I got real estates in states, go figure 'Cause I ain't "You'se a Gold Digger" But bitch, you fuckin' with no broke niggaz
why I ride, ain't you see I put you in the CLS We on the phone your sound like sex, yes There's no way to stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you niggaz ain't with me
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? Come out and make sound just like me But nobody does here quite like me Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me
tags, things fresh to death like me Who more whips out the stash than me Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me I it's my time, all eyes is on me
Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you come on in Relax a while, sip on Hypno and I like style, you're so old school In them Sassoon Vidals, four eleven
Reebok remind me of '87 when was playing with blocks like little kids and Even we men we still big wheelin' Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of 'cause every mil Is two for me, it's all tax-free for God's children, all except for me I'ma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, follow my footsteps Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all I know ya'll niggaz ain't fuckin' me
How dare niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me? Come out and make records sound just me But nobody does here quite like me Now let me tell ya a little something me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me Who pulls more out the stash than me bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me I it's my time, all eyes is on me
I know niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong And everything's alright till everything wrong No pot to in, no shoulder to cry on You get to thinkin' why can't we let be bygones?
Rule the icon, who the industry like I-pods Had these runnin' like track stars runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood Bitches love the coupes when doors swing upwards Money long, I'm puttin' from the green like white is not to be confused with white good
White gold should be perceived as platinum And never gon' shine like diamonds 'Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me Y'all bitch, niggaz ain't fuckin' me
How dare these niggaz try to hate on me? Come out and make records just like me But nobody does here quite like me Now let me tell ya a little something me
Pops tags, things to death like me Who pulls more whips out the than me Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me I guess my time, all eyes is on me, me, me