Lyrics
I swear this famous shit just happened overnight
For shoā these hoes was so uptight but now they so polite
All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites
But Iām pimpinā nigga, Dolemite
I remember when I was like ten, maybe nine
Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotti pumps with a baby nine
Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
Wassup, whatās on your mind? Holā up, Iām feeling fine
Locs got me blind, thugginā like Iām Eazy-E up in his prime
Another young nigga with a attitude
I guess thatās why the practice kept me after school
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
Everybody had roaches but our roaches aināt respect us
On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar
Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights
And French fries and shootouts like one cig with two rounds
And click left two down, thatās four kids but one lived
Left three dead, but one split, that one snitch
Thatās everyday shit, shit we used to that
Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass
Donāt view me as no conscious cat, this aināt no conscious rap
**** the conscious crap, my macāll push your conscious back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda
Cook, connect, then Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, **** the law, we soldiers
Iām bout it bout it, nigga aināt shit sweet about me
The baddest bitches on the block be even speakinā bout me
Iām so thuggish ruggish bringinā ruckus knuckinā if you buckinā
Young and thugginā, bugginā showing out in public, but you love it
I only got one vision, thatās for kids in every color, religion
That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the **** out the prison
They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings
You my brother, you my kin, **** the color of your skin
Back once again, chilling in the back of the āLac with a pass or the gin
Finna ask can I pass to her friend, then a nigga smash, Iāll be damned if I ask her again
Gold slabs on the āLac when I spin, then itās back to the back of the Benz, lean back in the back with the Henn
And a crap when I tap that that then attack, never tax, never that that, max on the ends, spend ends
I remember way back when, a motha****a used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends
Just to put a snack up in the fridge, when Iām on, I swear to God Iāll pay you back
Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna **** with me
My idols say whatās up to me, from ug-a-ly to comfortably
Suddenly
It all changed man
It was just like yesterday
Times was so ugly
And now Iām comfortable
I just only can thank God
Suddenly
Everything changed before my eyes
By my surprise
A$Ap
For shoā these hoes was so uptight but now they so polite
All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites
But Iām pimpinā nigga, Dolemite
I remember when I was like ten, maybe nine
Ricky had a deuce-deuce two shotti pumps with a baby nine
Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
Wassup, whatās on your mind? Holā up, Iām feeling fine
Locs got me blind, thugginā like Iām Eazy-E up in his prime
Another young nigga with a attitude
I guess thatās why the practice kept me after school
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
Everybody had roaches but our roaches aināt respect us
On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar
Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights
And French fries and shootouts like one cig with two rounds
And click left two down, thatās four kids but one lived
Left three dead, but one split, that one snitch
Thatās everyday shit, shit we used to that
Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass
Donāt view me as no conscious cat, this aināt no conscious rap
**** the conscious crap, my macāll push your conscious back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping soda
Cook, connect, then Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, **** the law, we soldiers
Iām bout it bout it, nigga aināt shit sweet about me
The baddest bitches on the block be even speakinā bout me
Iām so thuggish ruggish bringinā ruckus knuckinā if you buckinā
Young and thugginā, bugginā showing out in public, but you love it
I only got one vision, thatās for kids in every color, religion
That listen, that you gotta beat the system, stay the **** out the prison
They try to blind our vision, but we all got children and siblings
You my brother, you my kin, **** the color of your skin
Back once again, chilling in the back of the āLac with a pass or the gin
Finna ask can I pass to her friend, then a nigga smash, Iāll be damned if I ask her again
Gold slabs on the āLac when I spin, then itās back to the back of the Benz, lean back in the back with the Henn
And a crap when I tap that that then attack, never tax, never that that, max on the ends, spend ends
I remember way back when, a motha****a used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends
Just to put a snack up in the fridge, when Iām on, I swear to God Iāll pay you back
Now the kids all look up to me, them bitches wanna **** with me
My idols say whatās up to me, from ug-a-ly to comfortably
Suddenly
It all changed man
It was just like yesterday
Times was so ugly
And now Iām comfortable
I just only can thank God
Suddenly
Everything changed before my eyes
By my surprise
A$Ap