I'm puttin' pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom.
Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck, And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.
Player haters be givin' me harsh looks, But I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty.
You gotta school these young macks comin' up today... I mean to be 'frank', they just hot dogs, The girls are relish, and they need to catchup on they pimpin'.
When I met you it was magic... We polar opposites, but attracted like we was magnets.
First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the meaning of dope, When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap! And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight, Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight.
Nothin' taken for granted, just learn from my mistakes. My will too strong, my spirit's somethin' they can't take.
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a Big Bird. And I know "stealers" and they not from Pittsburgh.
Am I really just a narcissist, Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?
And while you was bangin on tables, I was bangin Snow White.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation, Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
We all seem to stumble, planning our own demise, Getting the big picture, and making it wallet-sized.
A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.
I'm caught up in the system where the blind lead the blind And this artist only speaks on the Signs of the Time. And I pop pills in Purple Rain to state my pain, They say I'm just like my father, bold and too cold.
Weird like Murdock, thinkin' like Hannibal, Man like Face but I'm wild like B.A.
Move over just a bit to the right of me, For I cannot see Where the booty is.
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me. What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doo-doo?
It started back in '79, My whole darn future was on the line. I created a brand new sensation Through my mind and the whole darn nation.
I once lost a bill betting on the Red Sox, ...But that's another topic.
You want ass? The cash is first. You got dead presidents, baby, I got a hearse in my purse.
Niggas' rap albums sound like love letters, Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.
True originator, innovator and creator, Thinkin' independent but I'm sayin' something major.
A child is born with no state of mind, Blind to the ways of mankind. God is smilin' on you but He's frownin' too, Because only God knows what you'll go through.
Rappers on their sophomores...actin' like they boss lords. Fame's such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores.
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