Big K.R.I.T. - Hood Fame lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey, I'm back like I never left, spit to 'em The realer you are, the quicker you get to 'em Why front when you can't back it? Get dough off of blow, but you can't stack it Something like David Blaine, I got that street magic When the coast is clear, watch it disappear Never been a f**boy, n***a I ain't fakin' I'm a man of God, so they gon' hate A lot of forks in the road got me thinking about tomorrow When they see you moving up, yeah, they push you horizontal Music is an ocean full of sharks and piranhas A couple of octopussies here and all the crabs at the bottom If you know like I know, I hide amongst that core Where hip-hop is still alive and rappers still have morals Based on the game, they saying, "we won't change" Like, the South just booty and we ain't got no brain f** that, my n***a, I spit crucial That Cranberry juice, my sh**, it go through ya To get respect from Mississippi is a dream If it means my d**h, I'll take one for the team No blinking, no hesitation, I'm only me, I ain't one to do imitations I am one to be motivated to get cheddar I'll never be comfy knowing that I can do better Not your typical Southern rapper, am I? Got the whole 3rd coast still on stand by You get nailed down here playing with hammers Hey, the world is yours like Tony Montana You ain't got the types of gifts I got New Chevy on deuce-deuce, that's the malox box Get me in a custom (?) ho If one don't get her done, shawty I know plenty mo' Pretty pros, pretty faces, and they pretty toes Pretty eyes, pretty mouths, and they pretty throats