Chorus (2x)

I try to pretend that I'm different, but in the end
We're all the same, all the same
I pray to God the Father, forgive a ni**a
I'm never gonna change, never gonna change

Verse One

Now the singer rob
Called the police on me
Y'all ni**as ran out
And cop the CD

See what I discovered
That y'all some snitch lovers
I might speak
But I don't f**k with nobody

See what Doug, Jimmy, and LA
Don't know
If these young'uns cross the line with HOV
I'm letting it blow

Have the papers writing stories
Like didn't they know
This what happens
When they made that rapper C.E.O., I know

It's just a matter of time
Before the steady hate
Starts to overflow
Then the levee breaks

And my conscience goes
You escape the rico
Why throw everything away
Over ego

You paper chasing
They paper hating
Billionaire HOV
You on the pace to make it

F**k that!
Exclamation, comma
Quotations “I love drama”
Period.

Chorus

Verse Two

Smelling like Patrone
Singing dirty rap songs
Tip-toeing in the crib
Like six in the morning

Everyday is the same
I said in Blueprint
That I never change
It's just a part of the game

Respect me I'm a thug
I might cool out for a sec
But expect me to bug
It's in my blood

But if my chick leave me
She gonna leave me for something
She gonna leave cuz Halle
She ain't gonna leave for nothing

Picture me getting up with something sleazy
Something, something so easy
You could take out his speed
Like nuttin' something

Soon as you finish cutting
You like leave me please
Not me
I need Angelina Jolie-sey comfort

So I ain't gonna make a move
Unless I got a plan b
That'll happen
The day I have a baby by Free

Not to say that anything
Is wrong with Free
Just to say there ain't nothing
Wrong with me

Now if my hand's in the cookie jar
Know one thing
I'mma take the cookie
Not leave my ring

Now if my hand's in the cookie jar
Know one thing
I'mma take the cookie
Not leave my ring

Chorus

Verse Three

You little ni**as ain't deep
You dumb
You ni**as ain't gangsta
You gum

I chew little ni**as
Hach to speu (spit sound) little ni**as
I could only view little ni**as
Like little ni**as

But in lieu of little ni**as
Trying to play that boy
I pew pew (lazer sounds) little ni**as
With the latest toy

Unlike you little ni**a
I'm grown a** man
Big shoes to fill ni**a
Grown a** pants

I probably hustle with you pops
Go ask ya parents
It's apparent
You're staring at a legend, who

Put a few little ni**as
In they place before
Trying to eat
Without saying they grace before

Blasphemous bastards
Get ya faith restored
Y'all viewing
Y'all version of the Lord, God

Emcee little ni**a
Applaud or
Forever burn in the fire
That I spit at y'all

I rebute you little ni**a
The meek shall perish
I'll roof you little ni**a
I'm a project terrorist

Cute, you little ni**as
Think you in my class
Substitute little ni**as
Soon feel my wrath

I'll mute you little ni**a
You a little ni**a
I'll child abuse you little ni**a
I'm a ill ni**a

Now shoo you little ni**as
Go somewhere and play
Cuz the day I lose to you little ni**as
Is no day

Chorus