[Intro]
Yo, I had this dude come up to me on the street, talkin bou
“Can I get down? How can I get down? Put me down, put me on, put me on”
Man, I felt like tellin' that motherf**er
“You can never get down, you'll NEVER be down, this is some sh** you'll NEVER understand”
I'm not the one
That you'll be shootin for
I'm not the one
Who's coming back for more
(you know why)
Been through this too many times
(you know why)
It's never clear, it's pantomine
[Hook]
Going round and round
Cuz you can't get on your feet
Going round and round
Still takin' up all the heat
Going round and round
Never lookin' down
[Verse 1]
Cigarette lit in a golden grill
Envelope blocked in a golden seal
Wait a minute, buddy let me hold a beer
Then get behind a rollin' wheel
Put em in the fire cuz they sold me hell
Now they can't get me back coz' they broke a deal
Told me green and sold me teal
And I'm outta place coz' I'm outer space with mind
Yeah, I'm out of my crazy mind
Clean up the woods and make 'em taste the pine-
Saw, snap like dry pine-straw
Hold my nuts on your b**h and make her play combed fine ball
Magnificient, dirty
Smack critics with a backpack of physics
Hip hop knee deep in a swamp
By make leaped frogs “ribbit”
They talk alot but they don't ‘rip-it'
Oh, that's that new sh**, I get it
Well let me talk about sh** I don't do
Let me reverse the vision
I got 10 mil-lion in the bank and I'm always in V-I-P
I got a bottle of – “Dom”
A bottle of “Don”
And a bottle of “Henn-esy”
f**in' liars got the audacity to say they want me pound for pound
But first you need a pound. b**h, you keep on going..
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hold on to my bumper, and bare-foot skid across the road
'Til you can't walk without bloody pillows up under your toes”
A country trap pa** to you is like a freak show
But, I've seen scales up close like an iguana through a peephole
f** with it ya midget. You comin up very short
But, f**in wit cha head is just a vocabulary sport, see
My sword swings in the form of the lord's beat
I record this war scene to the dirt like a boar's feet, I
Chop and I drop on the beat with a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
If you wanna run, motherf**in run
If you wanna come then you better not hesitate, coz'
“I'm not the one” – N'ah
See me in a magazine
You haters dream, cringe pack a magazine and
"That you'll be shootin for"
Coz' I'm that crutch you s**as lean on
Ya think, I'm goin to budge
Ya f**ed, just dream on, ya'll just..
[Hook]