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I know you niggaz ain't with me

How dare these try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and records sound just like me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me a little something 'bout me
tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

[Verse
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk me, or ride this on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold
But bitches, +you fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
Relax a while, sip on and henn
I like your style, so old school
In Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we still big
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And everything's alright, then goes wrong
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let be by-gones
the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green T-Woods
? is not to be confused white good
White should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, still not me
bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me