(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one

[Drake]
I’m getting so throwed
I aint went this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate the bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

[Drake - Chorus]
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one
Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
F-ck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one

[Rick Ross]
I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8?s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair

[Drake - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, f-ck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a made nigga
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, Olive Oyl
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less
I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake - Chorus]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

(Ladies and gentleman, Drizzy…)

[Drake - Chorus]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less
I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Busta Rhymes]
Go ‘head shawty you can put it on me
Smelling sweeter than the cleanest home lavender potpourri
She eager just to be alone and do it all for me
Mommy working like she tryna take all of this dough from me
Yeah, I let her go and get her bread and think
about how much she know she f-ckin with the realest nigga
Thats why I think she threw the p-ssy at me
Til this funny nigga need to be an octopus to carry all this money
She looked at me and said “lets get it cracking boo”
I wanna f-ck you while you make this music I be dancing to
Discreetly she imaginin’ a nigga hurting it
For niggling while regulating bitches she be workin’ wit’
The way I murder shit you should call a doctor or should call the cops
F-ck a car, my helicopters in the parking lot
Shut it, and while you hoping it could fit
Do a somersault and land on that good dick

[Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake - Chorus]

[Verse 1: Game]
Blood gang kill ‘em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
Kidnap a vampire and drain all his f-ckin veins
Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings
Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a f-ckin’ train
Sniff a f-cking unemployment line of cocaine
Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane
Swag, now watch him cook.. and just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan’s nemesis
My power’s limitless like Blanco on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight p-ssy!

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
Bitch I’m a muthaf-ckin Martian (I’m a goddamn Goblin)
Bitch I’m a muthaf-ckin Martian (I’m a goddamn Goblin)
Muthaf-ckin Martian (to a goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian

[Verse 2: Tyler, THe Creator]
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future’s brighter than Christopher’s new haircut
Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and f-cking male butts
In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
I suck? Where the f-ckin Ring Pops?
You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
Wolfgang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected
Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop (F-ck you, Tyler)
Jesus, motherf-cking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin
Fall back like Lebron’s hairline against the Mavericks, he lost

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
I do cause Tunechi always bless me
He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
F-ck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I f-cked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking her p-ssy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebron’s mom in bron-bron’s coupe
With Delante West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan’s suit
(Where was Snoop?) I don’t know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when I’m with my uncle, f-ck it! Then I’m a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I’m the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain America’s straight p-ssy

The Dog is back baby,
Buss (go hard or go home)
Buss (Dog, wattup?)
Buss these niggas in they f-cking head!

I’m right here dog, fo’real
You know how we do
It is not a f-cking game!

Any you niggas got a doctor in the house

[DMX]
I’m taking the mic, f-ck who’s next
Two niggas reppin’ the R, X and X
My niggas aint on no rap shit, my nigga clap shit that quick?
Yeah, we on that shit

[Busta Rhymes]
‘Bout to roundhouse kick you muthaf-cking niggas face off
My voice so big you can turn the f-cking bass off
Wanted for lots of murders lately, cops around the place off
I’m bussin’ DMX up in this bitch, you better take off

[DMX]
Went away for a while, jail, prison
Gettin’ down for real, f-ck it, livin’!
Don’t worry ’bout what condition I’m in
Cats cant survive half the places I’ve been

[Busta Rhymes]
And while a lot of muthaf-ckers sit and watch the throne killa
We in the booth blackin’ dog, welcome home nigga
We spazzin’ in this bitch, while we keeping the crowd hyped
Remind em like what this shits supposed to sound like
Dawg, I pulled up in front of the jail to picked you up
Convoy of whips with ’bout 30 bitches in the trunk
Come on,

[DMX]
They sayin’ locked down is easy
But a nigga like me is greasy
Population or PC?, Check my 5 nigga?, see when I’m on
Feedin’ niggas with that thang then I’m gone

[Busta Rhymes]
Most you niggas talk too much, puttin’ police on ‘em
Bunch of blabber mouth ass niggas: Jackie Gleason
I dig my foot in ya face, putting my cleats on
You niggas off, steady watchin’ me putting the streets on

[DMX]
You need to think cause I got on and changed, something changed?
Bitch, I am the streets, whats my name?
I’ve been trying to stay sucka free but look where the suckers be
Had the ? under me, can’t a muthaf-cka breath

[Busta Rhymes]
I know you baggage claim rapper niggas, just carry my luggage
And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish
Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw they ass in the rubbish
I don’t give f-ck what they think, you niggas know that I run this
You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it
How I f-ck ya money up and be the foulest nigga

[DMX]
Fall back cause all that noise you making
Only let me know you boys is faking
Let me know that everything you got is mine for the taking
Before I leave you dead and stinking
Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names
Jump through with the guns out, (BLLAAP) spraying lames
I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd
(ch’t-ch’t boom, ch’t-ch’t boom)
I shoot loud

[Busta Rhymes]
Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill ya little boy
Heatseeker missle, whistle seek and destroy
You aint ready for the stand off
And while a dog shooting, I’m chopping a nigga hand off
Funny little nigga, see the way I treat ‘em
Talk shit when I f-ck niggas, than I beat ‘em
And if you run around, I whoop ya ass, cuckoo
Dont-talk-back when ya fathers talking to you
These corny niggas is waving surrender flag banners
Taking no prisoners, p-ssy, I’m teaching ya ass manners
F-ck y’all up up bad, bitch, more bangers
And air ‘em out to dry like we left ‘em on clothes hangers
I’m sickly as hell, eat ya body up: cancer
Who the nicest in the spot, ya’ll already knowing the answer
Then I listen to niggas talk and they fill me up with laughter
These niggas say they thug but be looking more like a dancer
Theres something that you niggas need to know, its so important
that I aint the one to f-ck with homie, I’m tired of talkin’!

[Verse 1]
I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a f-ck and stop fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
Faded way too long I’m floating in and out of consciousness
And they sayin’ I’m back, I’d agree with that
I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that
I had someone tell me I fell off, ohh I needed that
And they wanna see me pick back up, well where’d I leave it at
I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that
Tuck my napkin in my shirt, cause I’m just mobbin’ like that
You know good and well that you don’t want a problem like that
You gone make someone around me catch a body like that
No don’t do it, please don’t do it, cause one of us goes in
And we all go through it
So Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gone pay it
Those my brothers

Chorus:
I ain’t even gotta say it
That’s just something they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
F-ck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now its something they know
They know, they know, they know

Yeah I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Then she wanna ask when it got so empty
Tell her I apologize it happened over time

Verse 2:
She says they missed the old drake, girl don’t tempt me
If they don’t get it, they’ll be over you
That new shit that you got is overdue
You better do what you suppose to do
I’m like why I gotta be all that but still I can’t deny the fact that it’s true
Listen to you expressing all them feelings
Soap opera rappers all these niggas sound like all my children
And that’s who you thinking is ’bout to come and make a killing
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
You know the game even got it like that.
You gone hype me up and make me catch a body like that
Cause I live for this it isn’t just a hobby like that.
When they get my shit and play it

[Chorus]
I ain’t even gotta say it
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
F-ck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now its something they know
They know, they know, they know

I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind (mind, mind)
Tell em’ I apologize it happened over time (time, time, time)

So I got my boots on, got the right ‘mount of leather
And I’m doing me up with a black color liner
And I’m workin’ my strut but I know it don’t matter
All we need in this world is some love
There’s a thin line ‘tween the dark side and the light side baby tonight
It’s a struggle gotta rumble trying to find it

But if I had you, that would be the only thing that i’d ever need
Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you, life would be a party it’d be ecstasy
If I had you
You you you you you
If I had you

From New York to LA getting high rock n’ rollin
Get a room trash it up ’til it’s ten in the morning
Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maseratis
What they need in this world is some love
There’s a thin line tween a wild time and a flat line baby tonight
It’s a struggle gotta rumble tryin’ to find it

But if I had you, that would be the only thing that I’d ever need
Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you, life would be a party it’d be ecstasy

If I had you
You you you you you
If I had

The flashing of the lights
It might feel so good but I’ve got you stuck on my mind, yeah
The fashion and the stage it might get me high
But it don’t mean a thing tonight

That would be the only thing that I’d ever need
If I had you, then money fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you, life would be a party it’d be ecstasy
If I had you
You you you you you
If I had you

If I had you
That would be the only thing that I’d ever need
Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete
(never could compete with you)
If I had you, life would be a party it’d be ecstasy (it’d be ecstasy with
You)
If I had you
You you you you you
If I had you

[Chorus]
Baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if the money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride with me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I know you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me, hey

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
Welcome to the life of a, nice brother
Light skind-ed, black father, white mother
Tried to be a player, found out I’m a slight lover
Come from Carolina, I’m fly, I’m a right brother
Went away to school looking for the right lover
You know, someone that couldn’t ever worry ’bout a rubber
She had a man, I be damned, think I might love her
Thought about her ass for the whole damn Summer
Man I even memorised her whole damn number
This is my semester dog, I’m coming to arrest her
Yah, y’all you know, handcuff her, her ex man, f-ck him
Oh nah don’t be a parr man, that nigga was a dog
So it’s me now, and she be everywhere I be now
I wonder, should I tell her what her fella wanna be now?
The dreams I been dreaming and them things I wanna see now
Do they make you wanna leave or would you stil hold me down?

[Chorus]
‘Ey Baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride wit’ me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride with me
I know you’re still gon’ ride with me, hey
(Just like a star)
Cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
And we gon’ do it big (just like a star)
And maybe get a crib (just like a star)
‘Ey maybe we can live (just like a star)

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
Hey, for you I always had an admiration
We lost touch but you never left my imagination
Congratulations on your graduation
Oh now it’s time to hit the real World filled with all them résumés and applications
Man, but ain’t nobody calling you back
You say it’s cause you a woman and even more cause you black, imagine that
The weight of everything on your plate
You got the World on your back baby, if you can relate, man I feel for you
‘Ey has this World got too real for you?
Your old friends say you changed but I still know you
You that same old girl I used to take home from school
Tryna look cool, forgot I had to break on, damn
Time passed and you done grew up
And yeah, it’s just like I told you baby look I done blew up
But the money and this little bit of fame ain’t changed me
So holla when you need me, I bet you you’ll get the same me

[Hook]

‘Ey baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride with me
You’re still gon’ ride with me
I say you’re still gon’ ride with me
I know you’re still gon’ ride with me, hey
(Just like a star)
Cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
And we gon’ do it big (just like a star)
And maybe get a crib (just like a star)
‘Ey maybe we can live

Just like a star that’s in my sky
Just like an Angel on my pain
You have appeared to my life
It feels like we never be the same
Damn and it’s been, way too long
Can’t find the words to write this song
Hey, Ugh, still I wanna worry
But it ain’t what I do
Hey, we do it all the time
Goin’ out my mind
Man

[Hook]

‘Ey baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride wit’ me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I know you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me, hey
Just like a star
Just like a star
Just like a star
Just like a star

The songs that I made in my bedroom and shit
Finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Yeah Cole World, make way for the chosen one
Aint nobody else I’d rather be, not even Oprah’s son
Momma’s youngest getting paper like the oldest one
We living better guess God felt he owed us one
Closets barely had no clothes in them
So you throw my niggas in hoopty’, but we still bag hoes and them
These niggas give they heart and soul to them
I wonder if they know we doving them
Ass fat so when pinch ‘em (pincher) like a Doberman
Run up on em politicing like Keith Olbermann
What’s your name? Where ya from?
Ya got a dream? I’ll sell ya one
Come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top
Won’t stop, won’t stop
Hey and don’t stop
Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock
And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got

Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it

and don’t stop
Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock
And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got

Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it

There’s so much pain on my brain I gotta jot it out
But as of late nigga, it aint been shit to pout about
I turn up the news, my blues seem petty
Cause my view of the city is incredible with no album out
I’m blessed nigga, I’m blessed
When I’m all alone these words just flow out of my chest
Turn ‘em into poems, they worship, I’m the best
And though I’m taking long, they f-ck with me none the less
Yeah, enough sleeping, I put you niggas to rest
The only one saying shit is like a nigga got tourettes, (chyeah)
Unimpressed with you niggas
You the shit only cause I digested you niggas
But I digress, boy you bout as G as a f-cking tie dye vest
And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress
Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest (out her nest)
Like come and kick it with a nigga on his way to the top

Won’t stop, won’t stop
Hey, dont stop

Now if it don’t jam the hoes wont rock
And if it aint crack then the fiends wont cop
And you wonder why a nigga got the shit you don’t got

Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it
Gotta see it to believe it

[Intro]
Yeah
Fresh off the motherf-cking broadcast
And I’m here, fuego nigga
Yeah, hey, uh, it’s happening fast
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I told niggas on the low, but they ain’t hear it though
Boy that man in the mirror is a miracle
Hey wipe your face, momma told you no more tears would flow
We eating better than we was a few years ago
Send you Western Union on my pay day, a week later it’s May day
So you returned the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors
Bill collectors blowing us up, the couldn’t fade us
Bitch I made straight A’s, go ‘head, try and degrade us, haters
But this one’s funny: man one year later I was on them phones
Collecting money, a lesson for me: everybody’s got a story dog
Unfortunately learned I can’t do nothing for you dog
I’m trying to run the whole game like a morning jog
With hits like a porno blog
Not hopping out to shower to make ten dollars an hour
Ain’t judging though, to each his own
You pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home
More power to you, but a message to you f-ck niggas
I hope your kids grow up and never wanna f-ck with you
This punk nigga knocked up two hoes at the same time
And told this nigga they was lying dog, they ain’t mine
That’s cold blooded but ain’t nothing new
Same old, f-ck it though, what’s up with you?
If you made it this far listening without skipping
Then I gotta show love, don’t worry I’m just venting
The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission
And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position
Tuck that ass in and then I went and grabbed a pen
And now you have it, words flowing like magic, it’s truly accurate
You niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant!
Nobody touching me, it’s like I got the cooties rapping
Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers?
Yeah that was random, but man, so is life
You grab your needle, grab your thread, and hope you sew it right
I find myself fiendin’ for a spot to go at night
With the liquor flowing steady and the hoes polite
The fast lane makes me reminisce on slower life
The unabomber, bitch I’m blowing up over night (BOOM!)

[Outro]
Hey, yo, it’s happening fast
I say it’s happening fast
All the drama that I had to get past
Will it last? Or will it pass?
Just as quick as it came
Hoes knowing my name
Dog, welcome to fame
I pray to God we don’t change
But even if you don’t
Most niggas look at you strange
But I guess I can’t complain (Hey)
Hey man it’s happening fast
I say it’s happening fast
I say it’s happening fast