Alleye Need
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Ayo, hold up, just chill, don't rush me, man
While I grope the groupies and touch my fans
Brick beats hook the beat up, I'm skinny so the women be like
"Damn, baby, eat up!" while I kick my feet up
We're spinnin' a bubble like the backside of Vita
Don't ask why the features ain't featuring you
Critics'll listen once, not even a week to review
Give it a two, but the kids'll keep listening to it
My man Nice said, "P, we gotta get the adults"
I said, "P, we gotta get to 'em both, eight to eighty"
Tryin' to wake the babies, have 'em listenin' close
So way before they hit eighteen, we get the vote
Ty and Mo ain't the popular, cool as usual
But I get more props than stunts to Google
A poet like Langston, you hatin' like Plankton
Want my ingredients? Fine, take them
Here's what I'll give to ya...
Pay close attention to individuals bring it to you like ninja
In my own space so there are no contenders
Pretenders end up missin' with me on your head pissin'
Spark a L to forget about (what?)
Goin' through hell, stuck in jail, and you petty people as well (shit)
Stack cash while I'm laughin' at the cronies who mad
I gives a fuck you bird niggas on the rag fussin'
Back when I had nothin', catch this man frontin'
Act shitty with a .380 on your ass dumpin'
You deserve it, plus I'm allergic to that sucker shit
Shorty trippin', then oh well, hit up another chick
Never change, replace shit, no problemo
Savin' is for heroes, my M.O. is dinero
Don't need acceptance from you industry clowns
Just my people as long as you hold me down, uh, uh
The kind of paper that I want comin' constantly
That's all I need
Do what you do, I got a second, you understands me?
That's all I need
Don't want 'em all, just the shorty who down with me
That's all I need
Haters, they ain't gon' hear, give me fifty feet
That's all I need
So many people, they don't know that it's hard
They don't know what's the worth of nine-to-five job
Every day prayin' to God for him to free me
'Cause I need to do art, it keeps me goin', music deep in my heart
Mama knew right from the start, she tell me in her belly
My head would nod to melodies, especially the guitar
Told me to aim for the stars, and now I am, I am
Despite all the scars, I'll be the man's the man
If I just start to believe in me despite the scenery
Not all it seems to be, but you know what we can be?
So full of doubt, it ain't no reachin' me
So we gotta use my pain to speak to me
Keepin' me from thievery even if hurt is eatin' me alive
Try to see that we arrive, sky's the limit when we ride
My son'll go beyond the limit, I can see it in his eyes
So to evil I reply, "You, I don't believe
How can you exist when this is all I need?"
The kind of paper that I want comin' constantly
That's all I need
Do what you do, I got a second, you understands me?
That's all I need
Don't want 'em all, just the shorty who down with me
That's all I need
Haters, they ain't gon' hear, give me fifty feet
That's all I need
The kind of paper that I want comin' constantly
That's all I need
Do what you do, I got a second, you understands me?
That's all I need
Don't want 'em all, just the shorty who down with me
That's all I need
Haters, they ain't gon' hear, give me fifty feet
That's all I need
Yo, yo, not you (not you)
And that include anyone for which the description fits
Sick of hearin' with your ears? Well, then listen to this
And tune your spirit to the clear channel, lickety-split
Program a kick, then I spit, man, it's just that simple
Press it up and press play, the driver stages in the rental
Take months off, what's wrong? Come back and it's all right
Then turn those to rhymes, that's the circle of life
Stayin' humble while we bubble, so my circle is tight
Prayin', hum to other hymnal, any god you like
But I know that I'm blessed, even days when I'm stressed
Just need a fan to address and get it off my chest
Wantin' more when I can barely hold what I have
But thinkin' that we need people who just cut at the staff
Please, you exist if I let you be
Don't need what I want, but want all I need
The kind of paper that I want comin' constantly
That's all I need
Do what you do, I got a second, you understands me?
That's all I need
Don't want 'em all, just the shorty who down with me
That's all I need
Haters, they ain't gon' hear, give me fifty feet
That's all I need
The kind of paper that I want comin' constantly
That's all I need
Do what you do, I got a second, you understands me?
That's all I need
Don't want 'em all, just the shorty who down with me
That's all I need
Haters, they ain't gon' hear, give me fifty feet
That's all I need
The kind of paper that I want comin' constantly
That's all I need
Haters, they ain't gon' hear, give me fifty feet
Hey everyone, it's the First Lady, Miss Autumn
Here with your daily local announcements
Congrats to Brooklynite's own Mr. and Mrs. John and Joanna Roblin
They're celebrating their fiftieth anniversary today
This Saturday is a big day for Little League Baseball
As the Baby Ducks are having their third annual home run derby
That's at noon in Yancey Park
Also at noon in Yancey Park will be a
Fundraiser for DJ Jerks' record store
That's happening near Grippo's Community Center
That's it for me, the First Lady, Miss Autumn
And remember, I know what's going on