Lyrics:
They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs, make it they promise to fuck with you
No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
Obama say, "What it do?"
Obama say, "What it do?"
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to
On the dead homies
On the dead homies
Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
Y'all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows
No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on standby
"K.
You niggas got jokes
You short-minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows he so fuckin' gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece
Thinkin', no one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder
'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours
And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
(21st-century schizoid man)
Colin Powells, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation
Well that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of the day, goddammit, I'm killin' this shit
I know damn well y'all feeling this shit
I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick
I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with?
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Just done mash a show
Dog is off on sabbatical
Rather watch the Nixon shit
Than politicians politic
CNN and all this shit
Gwaan yo, move with the fuckery
Trump and SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Bloodclot, you doing
Bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain't already ruined
In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling, swearing they the greatest
Online they debate us, if we're different then we're haters
We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food
The nucleus is here now (ooh)
Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin
Every nation, Obama nation, let the coroner in
Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men
Just embrace it and die alone, a song of revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all insanity
Look around, sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Man, I'd rather lick on a scrotum
And eat the fucking Octomom's pussy lips with some okra
While I watch Whoopi Goldberg scissor with Oprah
While Rosie pussy-farts and takes a piss on the sofa
Get a boner and play dick swords with the Jonas Brothers
Your motherfucking mother's aromas like no other
I keep thinking of her smothered in somas
It's chemical warfare, drop bombs like Saddam
I'm bringing the drama, Like Barrack Obama
Playing Rock 'Em Sock 'Em robots with the Octomama
I'm vato loco, homie, I'll cock those llamas for chemical warfare
Did I just say Octomom twice in the same rap?
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah
They can say whatever, I'ma do whatever
No pain is forever, yup, you know this
Tougher than a lion, ain't no need in tryin'
I live where the sky ends, yup, you know this
Never lyin', truth teller
That Rihanna reign, just won't let up
All black on, blacked out shades
blacked out Maybach
I'ma rock this shit like fashion, as in
Goin' til they say stop
And my runway never looked so clear
But the hottest bitch in heels right here
No fear, and while you getting your cry on, I'm getting my fly on
Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedestal,
I betta let ya' know
That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard, (Too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard,(So hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (Too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard (So hard) ah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (Too hard)
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah that Rihanna reign just won't let up
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah that Rihanna reign just won't let up
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah that Rihanna reign just won't let up
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
All up on it, know you wanna clone it
Ain't like me, that chick too phony
Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
Meet me at the top (Top, top) Gettin' loaded
Who think they test me now
Run through your town, I shut it down
Brilliant, resilient
Fan mail from 27 million
And I want it all
It's gonna take more than that, hope that ain't all you got
I need it all
The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes
I can't just let you run up on me like that (All on me like that) yeah
I see you aiming at my pedestal
So I think I gotta let ya' know
That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard, (Too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard,(So hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (Too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard (So hard) ah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (Too hard)
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Go hard or go home
Back to your residence
Soon the red dogs will give the block back to the presidents
I used to run my own block like Obama did
You ain't gotta believe me, go ask my momma then
You couldn't even come in my room, it smelled like a kilo
Looked like me and two of my boys playing casino
Trying to sell they peeping my bag they can't afford it
Tell 'em to give me back my swag, they tryin' to clone me
See my Louis tux, Louis flag, Louis frames, Louis belt
What that make me, Louis Mane?
(Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play fuckin' up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still'll take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy
You do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy
Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy
Most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy
She elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all
Bitch, be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil', hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch)
(Sit down, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
My president is black
In fact
He's half-white
So even in a racist mind, he's half-right
So if you got a racist mind, you be alright
My president is black, but his house is all white
Rosa parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I'ma spread my wings, you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes, already got my own shoes
I was hot
Before Barack
Imagine what I'm gon' do
Hello miss America
Hey pretty lady,
Red, white, and blue flag, wave for me, baby
Never thought I'd say this shit
Baby, I'm good
You can keep your puss
I don't want no more bush (shit)
No more war, no more Iraq
No more white lies, the president is black!
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (damn)
I bring that dope to Berman Hamptons, call it Gucci county (skrr, skrr)
They put some money on my head 'but they couldn't make the bounty
I was so fucking underground, don't even know how they found me (huh)
Feel like Obama when I move 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me
I'm not in the NBA but I be ballin' on bitches (ballin')
Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches
Yeah I came up out the trenches, I don't fuck wit' no snitches (yeah)
Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missin' (guap)
You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up (bitch)
I just rocked a sold out show
I performed for a hour and didn't put my gun up (lets go)
If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down
That nigga won't live to see sun up (uh uh)
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundred (yeah, yeah)
I show you how to muhfuckin' come up
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist
Before taxes, I spent a whole hundred (a hundred)
You can go and ask Johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like "Ooh, he be thuggin'"
No, I'm just a real nigga with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bundle
I'm too rich so I just had to switch up my number
You play and it's gon' be a murder like YB
I draw out, you see blood like it's YG (yeah)
I done told every nigga to try me (yeah)
Some people compare me to Gucci
I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don't like hangin' with bitch ass niggas
You gotta be a dog to sit beside me
My boy got
One brick, he think he richer than errybody (my dog got)
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (that nigga got)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody (errybody)
(Man-man)
Get the (uh) off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the (uh) off my (ayy), that ain't right (hol' up)
I make a play blowin' up your whole life
I'm so (so) sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural, I wanna feel some stretch marks
Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks, ayy
This is way too crazy, ayy
You do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy
Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy
Most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy
She elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a (uh) it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest (I'm) after all
Tell 'em be humble
(Hol' up) sit down
(Hol' up lil', hol' up lil') be humble
(Hol' up) sit down
(Sit down, lil')
Be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) tell 'em sit down
Lil' (hol' up, lil') be humble
(Hol' up) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil') sit down
(Hol' up lil') be humble
(Hol' up) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down, lil')
(Sit down, lil') be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil') sit down
(Hol' up,) be humble
(Hol' up) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah (ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
ah yeah, yeah, yeah (ah yeah, yeah, yeah)
ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah
ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah
They can say whatever, I'ma do whatever
No pain is forever, yup, you know this
Tougher than a lion, ain't no need in tryin'
I live where the sky ends, yup, you know this
Never lyin', truth teller
That Rihanna reign, just won't let up
All black on, blacked out shades
blacked out Maybach
I'ma rock this shit like fashion, as in
Goin' til they say stop
And my runway never looked so clear
But the hottest bitch in heels right here
No fear, and while you getting your cry on, I'm getting my fly on
Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedestal,
I betta let ya' know
That I, I, I, I'm so hard (so hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard, (too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard,(so hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard (so hard) ah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (too hard)
so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
ah yeah, yeah, yeah that Rihanna reign just won't let up
ah yeah, yeah, yeah that Rihanna reign just won't let up
ah yeah, yeah, yeah that Rihanna reign just won't let up
so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
All up on it, know you wanna clone it
Ain't like me, that chick too phony
Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
Meet me at the top (top, top) Gettin' loaded
Who think they test me now
Run through your town, I shut it down
Brilliant, resilient
Fan mail from 27 million
And I want it all
It's gonna take more than that, hope that ain't all you got
I need it all
The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes
I can't just let you run up on me like that (All on me like that) yeah
I see you aiming at my pedestal
so I think I gotta let ya' know
That I, I, I, I'm so hard (so hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard, (too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard,(so hard) ah yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (too hard) that I, I, I,
I'm so hard (so hard) ah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm so hard (too hard)
so hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Go hard or go home
Back to your residence
soon the red dogs will give the block back to the presidents
I used to run my own block like Obama did
You ain't gotta believe me, go ask my momma then
You couldn't even come in my room, it smelled like a kilo
Looked like me and two of my boys playing casino
Trying to sell they peeping my bag they can't afford it
Tell 'em to give me back my swag, they tryin' to clone me
See my Louis tux, Louis flag, Louis frames, Louis belt
What that make me, Louis Mane?
(Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play fuckin' up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still'll take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy
You do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy
Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy
Most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy
She elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all
Bitch, be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil', hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch)
(Sit down, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
You niggas got jokes
You short-minded niggas thoughts is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
He knows he so fuckin' gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece
Thinkin', no one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder
'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours
And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
(21st-century schizoid man)
Colin Powells, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation
Well that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of the day, goddammit, I'm killin' this shit
I know damn well y'all feeling this shit
I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick
I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with?
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do (it's like a verbal seduction when)
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)
Seduction, seduce
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
'Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you (it's like a verbal seduction when)
She's sittin' there gettin' liquored up at the bar
She says it's quicker to count the things that ain't wrong with you
Than to count the things that are
There's a seven-disc CD changer in her car
And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, aw
I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star
And I'm not about to sit back and just keep rhymin' one syllable (naw)
Switch it up and watch them haters not give it up
'Cause they're just not good enough, but I'm not givin' up
'Til I get my respect and I won't stop 'til I get enough
'Cause I'm not livin' up to my own expectations (aw)
That hater alarm is soundin' off, bet Obama took the bomb from my name (aw)
So quit cryin' that I took your dame, homie, she's my dame (aw)
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' that I'm not on my game, boy
And things just ain't been the same since the day that I came forth
You wear your heart on your sleeve, I sport that white tank, boy
But you got a hard-on for me, what you hollerin' my name for?
Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us
As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
That's two for one
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
Dead rapper
I been trippin', Obama know just how I come
Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money
Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah
I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday
Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'
Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SuWoo
Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
Get Top on the phone
Cornrow Kenny, he was born with a vision
All morning with the mixed dashboards triple digits
Parallel park like an alien, can't visit
Slideshow for the nice show, ten bitches
Fine nose with a blindfold, King Kendrick
(Hello Billy)
So many plays on me I finesse
Palisade views with some sex
I lost a lot of love for missionary
This the first time I confess
Me and Top is like a Kobe and Phil
A father figure fuck with him, you get killed
Fuck with me and he will kill you himself
TDE the mafia of the west
Move in silence, yeah, we juggin' like that
Act of violence, yeah, we juggin' like that
I did a lot of dumb shit in my past
Lord forgive me, hoping I don't relapse
Dave just bought a new nine eleven
Almost thought I'd seen another plane crash
Q just bought a brand new McLaren
Rock-a-lack about to buy the projects
Moosa got his son dripping in gold
Ali 'bout to let his hair down on hoes
Me, I'm about to let my hair down on hoes
Top billing that's a million a show
Might blow the whole Remy on Soul
Might tell Obama be more like Punch
Sounwave caught a Grammy last year
Mack wop, bet he do what he want
Fuck you niggas, level two I'm not done
2Teez told me that I am the one
I can put a rapper on life support
Guarantee that's something that none of you want
Ten homies down and they all serving life
Water's like twenty-five hundred a month
What if I empty my bank out and stunt?
Captain Planet, Arab Spring
L.A. riots, Rodney King
Deepfakes, earthquakes
Iceland volcano
Oklahoma City bomb
Kurt Cobain, Pokemon
Tiger Woods, MySpace
Monsanto, GMOs
Harry Potter, Twilight
Michael Jackson dies
Nuclear accident
Fukushima, Japan
Crimean peninsula
Cambridge Analytica
Kim Jong Un
Robert Downey Jr., Iron Man
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it but we're tryin' to fight it
More war in Afghanistan
Cubs go all the way again
Obama, Spielberg
Explosion, Lebanon
Unabomber, Bobbitt, John
Bombing, Boston Marathon
Balloon Boy, War On Terror
QAnon
Trump gets impeached twice
Polar bears got no ice
Fyre Fest, Black Parade
Michael Phelps, Y2K
Boris Johnson, Brexit
Kanye West and Taylor Swift
Stranger Things, Tiger King
Ever Given, Suez
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it but we're tryin' to fight it
Sandy Hook, Columbine
Sandra Bland and Tamir Rice
ISIS, LeBron James
Shinzo Abe blown away
Meghan Markle, George Floyd
Burj Khalifa, Metroid
Fermi paradox
Venus and Serena
Michael Jordan, 23
YouTube killed MTV
SpongeBob
Golden State Killer got caught
Michael Jordan, 45
Woodstock '99
Keaton Batman, Bush v.
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (ayy)
Choppa spittin' lugees like a motherfuckin' llama (ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa (yeah)
Know I keep a yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a yoppa
Know I tote that yoppa, bitch you know I keep a yoppa, keep a yoppa
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
I'm about my money mama
And tell Michelle I got my eye on Barack Obama
Tryin' to get that Madonna you know Hannah Montana
Can find me sittin' Indian style with the Dalai lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I'm meditatin' and I'm in cahoots with a higher power
Mind on my money mind, mind, mind on my money yeah
Mind on my money mind, mind - Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Mind on my money ayy, mind on my money babe
How does this money taste wine in your money's face
You see the signs and the teachin'
If you didn't know well this is grindin' season
Now and go get your gangs signs throw it up
All my niggas on them bikes throw it up
We don't care what you say we ain't goin' away
My niggas bring the heat like a summer day
So mind on my motherfuckin' money mind on my motherfuckin' money
I speak foreign languages and shit
But the language is speak is that money language
Flip mode bitch
Brinx I like how we do the Brinx truck job on these niggas homey
Time after time again I like niggas
And remind niggas how I hold out on motherfuckers
Niggas out here frontin' about they bread you can't trust it
Niggas my money so stupid call me warren busta buss
Nigga glad it ain't a toss and everythin' about me butters I've been countin'
Money so long I see dollar signs and different colors
My money is smear and smothered your money you hear me brother
Been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta
And in case you ain't know there will be no replacement
And them bags of Arab money I got stashed in the basement face it
When ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen
Ain't no money gettin' made in these street without my permission
I keeps it drug infested my money is well connected
It's to the point where my conglomerate is well respected
You need to check my method
I promise you I be the wrong nigga
When it comes to my money that you ever want to mess with
Grind like missionary labor holdin' indicatory paper
You ain't know?
City girl straight from the South
Back home I'm the presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, will you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me?
Okay I lied
Motherfucker try
Say I can't come to the hood, true lie
See I would but I'm out in Dubai
When I get back I'mma roll through that
Snatch yo bitch give yo niggas dap
The hood gon' ballistic
Cole was here and you missed it
That nigga walk like Obama man
Shake yo momma's hand and kissed it
This pimp shit, pimp shit
Cole hard, you limp dick
My flow hard no wimp shit
Put in that work no temp shit
Yo bitch wearin' that lipstick
Gave this dick a french kiss
That nigga so whack when the bitch came back
He kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Ville made it to the map and shit
Niggas move cane like Kappa shit
Can't map this shit
From no bed springs on my mattresses
To fuckin' these bad little actresses
I'm bad as shit
I got that work
Say what?
Okay I lied
Motherf***er try
Say I can't come to the hood, true lie
See I would but I'm out in Dubai
When I get back I'mma roll through that
Snatch yo b**** give yo n****s dap
The hood gon' ballistic
Cole was here and you missed it
That n**** walk like Obama man
Shake yo momma's hand and kissed it
This pimp s***, pimp s***
Cole hard, you limp dick
My flow hard no wimp s***
Put in that work no temp s***
Yo b**** wearin' that lipstick
Gave this dick a french kiss
That n**** so whack when the b**** came back
He kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha
Ain't that some s***
Well paid for this rap and s***
Ville made it to the map and s***
N****s move cane like Kappa s***
Can't map this s***
From no bed springs on my mattresses
To f***in' these bad little actresses
I'm bad as s***
I got that work
Say what?
I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight
I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight
Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window cause tonight the city lit up with lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction
I brought you nigga with me cause I love you like my brothers
And your mothers' like my mother
Think we need a plan of action
The bigger we get the more likely egos collide
It's just physics, please let's put our egos aside
You my niggas, and should our worst tenancies turn us into enemies
I hope that we remember these
Nights fulla Hennessey
When Hov aroun we switch up to that D'usse
Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay
Cause we from where you from
I'm not talkin' bout the slums
I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb
Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son
Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate
Like show me New York's ladder
I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama
to force the air force to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that
Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap
That's every track
Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do
Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One things for sure
If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low
I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope
I ain't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes
I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke
Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You niggas might be L or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the God
Nah you ain't the God
Nigga Cole the God
January 28th
Everyday is pay day
Swipe my card, then I do the nae nae
You're talkin' to a lady
I want a Kanye-ye not a Ray J
So that's a no no
I'm a Maybach and you's a Volvo
This convo beat like Dre-e
I already know whatchu tryna say
You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla
But that ain't how I was brought up
Next
Working for the money 'cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass better show me some re-spect
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T
That's me, I'm confident
Don't want yo compliments
Use common sense
I'm on my Michelle Obama
Shut your mouth
Boy I think you know who run this house
I ain't thirsty for no bae
'Cause I already know watchu tryna say
You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla
But that ain't how I was brought up
Next
Working for the money 'cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass better show me some re-spect
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
I pledge allegiance to my independent girls, in here
Ooh baby (yeah)
So if you're with us, come on let me hear you say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, hey hey
Uh hu, uh hu, hey hey (Da da la da da, I see you)
You say that you a baller and I see you tryna holla
But that ain't how I was brought up (no)
Next
Working for the money 'cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass better show me some re-spect
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars
Oh
Standin' on your own is when you realize
When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys
Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard
A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork and some fried rice
Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal
Don't act like you're happy for me now
Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses
Catalog is immaculate
Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice
Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin'
Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'
Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?
