Ye i got em like, got em like



(Verse 1)



I remember when i was growin up how ma momma used to tell me,

no matter what say never give up do what i gotta do to make this paper,

n makin this paper is what im bout, just like the Newyork Time this is my time

And you can see(?) that i got in this magazine im mean n i make a scene when i get on the microphone lookin for a queen to help me hold up my throan, if thats you lemme see your hands in the crowd, ladies say my name im bout it like im serving it down and im tearing it down vocally comparing(?), these other dudes are clowns n i might be the new guy in town but im runnin for presedential status and all that really matters is the first place ma momma said to me



(Chorus)



N i got em like heyy

all my ladies in the club (all my ladies)

and all my hustlers throw em up (all my hustlers)

im here to give you whats mine and thats everything i got like heyy

all my DJ's in the club (all my DJ's)

dont be afraid to turn it up (dont be afraid now)

im here to take whats mine and thats that No.1 spot



(Verse 2)



I remember when i was growing up what my daddy used to tell me...

nothing! coz daddy was'nt around wha da fuck!? 

from my various trials the lessons learned, something hurts let it burn dont let it bring you down,

I...seen my fair share of hard times n rainy days, mother didnt want me and daddy was MIA, so i picked myself up and turned into the comfort of a melody and the music was myself checking eventually

my CD this CD, is(telling?) me that the same mental and emotional energy that brought me pain and rainy days, is the same energy that helped me change the game so watch me change the game!



(Verse 3)



I was born to do this here

so momma told me apply that pressure till i get there

and even when i get there

make em feel that aint shit theirs 

stay on top non-stop make this wanna begin

shit yeah! ima make it rain, when it get clear come back with enough flames like fuck games! its a whole lot of money to get here

and we means that, a hundred G stacks(?) hard in america now thats a g past

keep cash, heat stashed the hood aint livin right, with everybody watchin me to see how much i spend a night

see how much i spit it like a nigga thats radios

theres a few niggas like us but they already dead and gone, but we still here, rollin through life like a wheelchair

(?) is ghetto life this is what we pimp here, that'd get you killed here hatin on the boy Hec, first words out his mouth, i break that boys neck



						     



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