let me be me Hello, out there, can you hear me? You gotta get, you gotta gotta believe in me, hey Hello, out there, can you hear me? It's an SOS to let me be me
me hiciste fue un pecado asi mismo me enga~aste (~ substituted for the spanish n) translation: You know well it was a lie what you did to me was a sin
, fuck with me now I'm Grammy certified, the committee can pick me now And they all green with envy like Bill Bixby Bow down, kiss the tip of my cane, I paid sixty thou
know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin
collect a hundred thou at the venue And pop bottles with my team Young Money 'til the death of you I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talking
the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch me in town on the strip
it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the
Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou
Fun All they ask for is, Hot N Fun They keep wantin that, Hot N Fun Look at you, look at me Look at you, look at me Hot N Fun, Hot N Fun ...Let it go
I'm still the hardest nigga here? I don't be in the project hallway Talking 'bout how I be in the project all day That sounds stupid to me If you a gangsta
see what he do with it Rule had a run, couple movie parts T.I literally wanted to shoot up the charts What up Jeezy, what it do? Y'all remind me of us
see what he'll do with it Rule had a run, couple movie parts T.I literally wanted to shoot up the charts Wadup Jeezy, what it do? Y'all remind me of
'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My cup overruneth with hundreds Dummy, damn it's hard not for me to waste it The new commandment: thou
Mane call it trap music I think I need a ESPY the rappers best respect me They try to ron Artest me the gone have to arrest me With a doubt I bring em
much, you believe yourself Judge not lest ye be judged yourself Holier than thou You are Holier than thou You are You know not Before you judge me
nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer In the kitchen with the pots, yeah
