like Gunny from Dead Pres' Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us I
in your eyes You want me You smooth as ya mother You're so undercover By the way that you was watchin' me Ooh, uh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you
bitches I don't care what you say Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay You don't care what I'm sayin Punk-ass square ain't got no game Hoes love me
R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me? I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL! And I don't like
they got me but they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me if a n-gga aint running
frontings all the misses These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to bitches Tryin' to ease up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'" Let me in the passenger while you
don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly When you sign to a record label You don't know just signed your life over And these whiteboys don't
But the price of fame is high And some can't pay the way Feel trapped in, what you rappin' about? Tell me what happened when you lost clout? The route you
chorus: (B Real) So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly When you sign to a record label You don't know you sign your life over And these white boys don't care about you
that I did I roll up rappers like a DT and don't worry yo Because the brothers can't see me Light-skinned curly hair, I keep dwellin' I don't care about
let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan I said let me rock you that's all i wanna do Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan I said
maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? Ain't nothing, I just
you No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah I'm not your average girl, see me without you is unlikely Them other bitches they not like me You can have
we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' Cognac, I kill you I can't feel you ain't in my senses and you ain't in my dollars I fuck
Try to be humble, you won't refrain from getting' pissed, When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss, And start to see visions, memories you