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Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill

It’s probably because you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper

Life’s a Picasso painting, psych, my life’s more like an obstacle, ain’t it?

Like it’s somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it

On my way to make me another child support payment

From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now

And what we couldn’t afford to get, we would have it somehow

Stayin' at grandma’s, huddled in front of the open oven

Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras around

Manic depressed, drawn to my tool

Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less

I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success

And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my fo' fo'

From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clips

I’ll let Michael Jordan be my stylist

I’ll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits

I’ve been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82

Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady’s boots

Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden

I’m just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'

The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin'

I took the breathalyzer out the cop’s hand and tried to drink it

That’s what I do for my community

Your boo told me what she wanna do to me

Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity

To me, it’s what I see

To you, it’s what you do

PRhyme!

Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me

Ha ha ha-ha, I’d ask, «How come niggas ain’t real as me?»

To me, it’s what I see

To you, it’s what you do

PRhyme!

Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me

Ha ha ha-ha, I’d ask, «How come niggas ain’t real as me?»

Multiply, multiply

That’s what the real niggas do

Multiply, multiply

That’s on a real nigga

Your favorite rapper’s up in LIV

While I’m on controlled substances, search around my crib for a fuck to give

But I couldn’t find it

My notebook should be made of a wooden binder

Cause that’s what my albums be sellin'

But I don’t give a fuck about nothin' but good vagina

Long as these niggas call me GOAT

If I don’t get through to you the call failed

Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I’m a hard sell

Maybe too lyrical for 'em

The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell

I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail

In front of Miley, steerin' a giant wreckin' ball

Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom

I don’t connect with y’all and these antics

Today you give your life to the game

Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Steve Francis

You ain’t turnin' up, you’re bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras

About that, I missed my uncle’s funeral to go to South by Southwest

You ain’t gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the fact

That I’m a rapper and nothin' wack done came out my mouth yet

You’re welcome!

To me, it’s what I see

To you, it’s what you do

Prhyme!

Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me

Ha ha ha-ha, I’d ask, «how come niggas ain’t real as me?»

To me, it’s what I see

To you, it’s what you do

Prhyme!

Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me

Ha ha ha-ha, I’d ask, «how come niggas ain’t real as me?»

Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road

Crossin' at the crissroads

The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch mode

I came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion

The title on the marquee said «Child out of Zion»

Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover’s lane

Won a great debate against the state about the mother plane

He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name

The lightnin' struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricane

Jay Electricity, baptizin' in Felicity

Where he been the past three years? It’s just a mystery

If it ain’t come from one of my peers, it ain’t a diss to me

I’m a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas can’t get to me

The F in my middle name with the period stands for «Victory»

I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels

Sniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity

When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery

But everything I knew since the time I began to grew

Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories

Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we

Now all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally

The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the gods

So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard

Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular

By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras

To me, it’s what I see

To you, it’s what you do

PRhyme!

Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me

Ha ha ha-ha, I’d ask, «how come niggas ain’t real as me?»

To me, it’s what I see

To you, it’s what you do

PRhyme!

Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me

Ha ha ha-ha, I’d ask, «how come niggas ain’t real as me?»