[Intro]

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]

She said she don't like that old shit

She wanna hear some new shit

The game that these lames be runnin' so stupid

Juvenile and foolish, she long for a change

Yeah, that would be refreshin' for her brain

Her ears are deaf to all the nonsense

She wanna hear some progress

It's too easy for her, you gotta make it complex

Provoke her thoughts, take her to another level

Engage her intelligence, make her feel special

She a fan of rap music, she love the way I do it

She said she missed me while I was gone

These other dudes been droppin' fast food shit

Microwave songs, it's time for somethin' different

Somethin' prepared with love

People say she too bougie, finicky, choosy

But she a Pisces, indecisive when she do things

She wanna make sure she make the right choice

Well baby girl, you smart as hell if you can hear my voice

[Verse 2]

Yeah, lil homie said music ain't the same

He said not the business, the artists are to blame

He only listen to Eazy-E and Too $hort

'Cause these new fools too flashy, too much floss

Too much conceit, not enough consistence

Too much beefin' instead of makin' hits

They all take they fans for granted

They unappreciative of they God-given talent

He said he like the rappers better when they broke

'Cause when they get that money

They lose touch with the folks

Back up in the hood that made him famous from the getty-up

Forgot about the ghettio, that's why you keep gettin' stuck

That's what the first joint is always so doubtin'

Now they can't give away albums

He only 14, but little shorty know his shit, he do his homework

I value your point of view, kid