Me - Intellectual

I know you niggas ain't fuckin' with me

[Hook]

How dare these niggas try to fuckin hate on

Come out and make records sound just like

But nobody does this here quite like

Now let me tell a little something 'bout

Pops tags, things fresh to death like

Who pulls more whips out the stash than

Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on it's on

I guess it's my time, all eyes is on

[Verse one]

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule

Talk some shit to get they name in the news

Papers, haters never pay they dues

Always got they feet in somebody shoes

Walk wih me, or ride this on Bentley

With the rims you can sit in

Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden

I stay in ménages with various women

Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'

The realest, the nigga in the realest state

I got real estates in different states, go figure

'Cause I ain't sayin' you's a gold digger

But bitch, you ain't fuckin' wit no broke niggas

That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS

We on the phone ya voice sound like sex, yes

There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy

I know you niggas ain't fuckin' wit me

[Hook]

How dare these niggas try to fuckin' hate on

Come out and make records sound just like

But nobody does this here quite like

Now let me tell a little sumthin' 'bout

Pops tags, stays fresh to death like

Who pulls more whips out the stash than

Y'all bitches wanna ride, come mon it's on

I guess it's my time, all eyes is on

[Verse two]

Yeah, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in

Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn

I like your style, you're so old school

In them Sasson Vidals, fifty four eleven

Reebok classics remind me of '87 when

Niggas was playin' wit blocks like little kids and

Even though we men we still big wheelin'

Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings

All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil

Is two for me, when it's all tax-free

Pray for God's children, all except for me

I'ma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me

One foot at a time, niggas follow my footsteps

Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints

Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy

I know you niggas ain't fuckin' wit me

[Hook]

How dare these niggas try to fuckin' hate on

Come out and make records sound just like

But nobody does this here quite like

Now let me tell a little sumthin' 'bout

Pops tags, stays fresh to death like

Who pulls more whips out the stash than

Y'all bitches wanna ride, come mon it's on

I guess it's my time, all eyes is on

[Verse three]

I know a nigga that do right, can't do no wrong

And everything's alright, 'till everything goes wrong

No pot to piss in, no shoulder to cry on

You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones

Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods

Had these niggas runnin' like track stars

Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods

Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggas that act hood

Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood

Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards

Money long, I'm puttin' from the green like T-Woods

Hard white is not to be confused with white good

White gold should never be perceived as platinum

And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds

'Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me

Y'all bitch niggas ain't fuckin' wit me

[Hook]

How dare these niggas try to fuckin' hate on

Come out and make records sound just like

But nobody does this here quite like

Now let me tell a little sumthin' 'bout

Pops tags, stays fresh to death like

Who pulls more whips out the stash than

Y'all bitches wanna ride, come mon it's on

I guess it's my time, all eyes is on

[Outro]

Yeah. Hey yo hey yo Gotti yo nigga yo

We going to get it popping tonigh

Leave me a fucking sip brownies or something nigga

Get some heat and we bounce on over the butter

I mean whatever you want to do nigga

Bring the back out nigga

I'm back out tonight

Bring out the ends or whatever nigga

Bring out something real fresh fly nigga

We going to pop tags

We going fly hit the bar tonigh

We going to buy that bitch the fuck out nigga

You know i ain't trying to front on niggas

But i'm just letting niggas know how we doing over here nigga

We having a good time over here nigga

Let that money motherfucking fly nigga

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