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Niggas be askin' me like,"Man you took all that time off.I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever you was doin' but I'm just curious to know... how you, how you gonna approach the next shit? Say it's the same way I always do, not givin' a fuckMillion dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hillIt's probably because you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paperLife's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like an obstacle, ain't it?Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around itOn my way to make me another child support paymentFrom humble beginnings, though we live lavishly nowAnd what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehowStayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the open ovenRubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras aroundManic depressed, drawn to my toolGenetically predisposed to be a mechanic or lessI handle my failures way better than I ever handled successAnd I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my fo' fo'From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clipsI'll let Michael Jordan be my stylistI'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suitsI've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's bootsThan Kanye critiquin' at Steve MaddenI'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin'Letras de cancionesI took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink itThat's what I do for my communityYour boo told me what she wanna do to meBefore she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity(To me, it's what I seeTo you, it's what you do)Prhyme!Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as meHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"(To me, it's what I seeTo you, it's what you do)Prhyme!Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as meHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"Multiply, multiplyThat's what the real niggas doMultiply, multiplyThat's on a real niggaYour favorite rapper's up in LIVWhile I'm on controlled substances, search around my crib for a fuck to giveBut I couldn't find itMy notebook should be made of a wooden binderCause that's what my albums be sellin'But I don't give a fuck about nothin' but good vaginaLong as these niggas call me GOATIf I don't get through to you the call failedCause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sellMaybe too lyrical for 'emThe Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all HellI chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred railIn front of Miley, steerin' a giant wreckin' ballMiss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdomI don't connect with y'all and these anticsToday you give your life to the gameTomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Steve FrancisYou ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete SamprasAbout that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by SouthwestYou ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the factThat I'm a rapper and nothin' wack done came out my mouth yet(To me, it's what I seeTo you, it's what you do)Prhyme!Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as meHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"(To me, it's what I seeTo you, it's what you do)Prhyme!Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as meHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick roadCrossin' at the crissroadsThe valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch modeI came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lionThe title on the marquee said "Child out of Zion"Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover's laneWon a great debate against the state about the mother planeHe called me by that other name, I called him by his other nameThe lightnin' struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricaneJay Electricity, baptizin' in FelicityWhere he been the past three years? It's just a mysteryIf it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to meI'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to meThe F in my middle name with the period stands for "Victory"I came from the bottoms of Hell with JezebelsSniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquityWhen I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mysteryBut everything I knew since the time I began to grewWas taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the historiesWho pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to weNow all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystallyThe Pyramids are there to bear witness to the godsSo when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hardUtterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popularBy the unpopular, phantom of the chakras(To me, it's what I seeTo you, it's what you do)Prhyme!Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as meHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?"(To me, it's what I seeTo you, it's what you do)Prhyme!Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as meHa ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't real as me?" From Letras Mania