Wyshmaster - I See It lyrics

[Intro] Somebody tell me what the f**'s goin on with these n***as out here man? I ain't understand it you know what I'm sayin? I'm the king of the city, n***a, man, you know what I'm sayin? Straight from k**a City, man. And what n***as do around here, man. They keep to theyself. But I see these n***as, man. The way they look at me when I roll, they sideways frowns & sh**, man. And I just wanna let you b**h-a** n***as know; I see you n***as, man [Verse 1] You see me roll in the Chevy, know that I'm doing it heavy Your body language will tell me n***a, I see you n***a The fedi kicks and the belvi the skinny jeans and the smelly When I walk past is making you wanna be me n***a But I ain't mad, matter fact impressed A hatin campain I ain't know I had one yet That was the same thing I was just asking Tech He told me n***as get mad at established vets They wanna steal your swagger, and k** your laughter Stick every n***a who get rich and you with daggers Will smile up in your face, but then will boo you after It's all the same, part of the game when you's a factor So n***as keep on feeding me all the fuel to gas up My pa**ion, I'm blasting right to and past ya And you won't have to worry bout the ruins after Cause Kutty Cals will show ya, who? The master [Hook x2: Tech N9ne & Kutt Calhoun] Yo, You muggin hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I See it Even with my s**a Duckas on I see it You hatin on me I see it Quit fakin homie I see it [Verse 2] My bank account large, your bank account small But fresh as I'm raw, n***as y'all spoiled I tour across all 50 states, y'all Home with no job, scratching your balls You mutha f**as are bout to witness One of the baddest n***as Up out the middle of kansas city I do it mane I got the right to be co*ky Pocket that Biggie gave me your vision You must have it missed , you'll better school mane R-r-rollin', I'm stayin' making kid, while you're playin' I'm just s-s-sing my man, you better get up on it P-p-pause on playin' soaked on globally and I'm choke up the doe on fam When I put the milion on it Cause this word is disturbed, you just heard It get's worse, you disperse and get murder Predict fall, your lips sore can get sorbed Can't this heard, just sh** yours, you get farsh [Hook x2: Tech N9ne & Kutt Calhoun] [Verse 3] Boom shaka-laka, soo-woo walkin' in two s**as Move on your partner, come through, blacka of two marakas You got a problem the dues problem, see you about it You with the top, we shoot the blocka, but then we out it It ain't even gotta be this way n***as start lotta beef these days Never wonder in the streets in-play Cause off the porch it's a different game Pistols and pillies and mack, millies for n***as who wack Silly and hate on the fact, n***as is gettin' the cash Come up to me with that jazz, I'mma be ready to blap Famers like Trav Walker get hit from the start with a strap So I hope you got a clear understand, who'se in demand That you ain't too damned, you're lucky to see Cause I don't wanna have to ruin your plans to be All because n***a with no love was f**ing with me [Hook x2: Tech N9ne & Kutt Calhoun]