Dro - Cla** Act lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] I'm the paper man, boy it's hard to hate me with your hating a** Flight so long take a day to land Better call for help 9-11 with the paper tag And money shouldn't make the man Sliding with the sticks in the Jason mask Man I couldn't even pay a b**h to glance Now these b**hes want to do me like the latest dance Hold up, f** those n***as get your money man they all jealous Who you kidding boy we shining like we bald headed Money long team strong like Carl Weathers n***as playing both sides like pallbearers, preach I been straight keep it permed out When you doing dirt they bring the worms out Turns out n***as ain't who they say, I'm as real as they come Check the s**m count I'm that n***a all these n***as overrated My ex still want me and she want to know the latest Let her give me top because she say I'm underrated I'm the poster child, like a f**ing Gerber baby Spaz on rappers, bad b**h with me p**y so fat look like her a** on backward Yea I'm from the bottom need a ladder to reach Still I brought more n***as with me than a Khaled release [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Got to get the money, real n***as know who run it You gone play it back because them other n***as fronting Ducking 5-0 like I owe you half a hundred Your team ain't eating that's some hard sh** to stomach Body bag flow we gone need stretchers Checks look like we in the league we ain't stressing All about the head like a DMV check it With some real b**hes this the R&B section Yea, funny how you rap n***as fell off You ain''t popping you're going to have to write a tell all She gone get that thing wet because we well off Keep it ghetto like water on your Kellogg's Uh, and you should never burn bridges Went from A to Z, I'm talking firm business Game so cold I'm just pouring on a blizzard Off the bullsh** like Jordan on the Wizards Yea, how you want it. A woman like a mom and you get to clone it From where these guns spitting like a live performance Pistol poking in my denim like I got a bo*er I'm the youngest legend that you ever seen Yea I'm from the dirty but forever clean You n***as always saying what you never mean Eyes glowing for the green like a Belly scene We the realest n***a [Verse 3: Dro] Pockets on flubber, I just hit a broad backstage now I'm rocking the show wearing rubber I'm truly not the others, I'm standing with the Cannons like Nick Then I hit them with fury my brother f** your opinions My n***as got dope when the feds come we talk like minions Flow is irreplaceable, swag untraceable I'm hungry lets have lunch at Benihana Ice is really rockable, n***as call me Dro Cruise because my flow mission is impossible Still up in Pappadeaux, still eating gators and the outfit mystery Mix now and later Hoes in the condo, Strivers Row [?] 44 caliber bussing at your brain matter And when its time to die I want a Hustle Gang platter JG told me he needed me, terrific Out rap who, be more specific Dro holy with the flow, he's more religious k**ing these n***as, dig more than ditches Giving them stiches in front of these who*es and b**hes Dro and Nick fury sh** so tremendous Step into my vision you better prepare for the battle Church tabernacle yall n***as are cattle, beef