Ft. B.Carr

(Verse)
Bake bread, break bread or fake dead
Real life since Lake Ave., right next to the Payless
I roll dice, I don't stop, I'm 'bout to go make me a go sign
I like ghetto girls wit gel in their weave who go to Sally's to get their pro style
Watch a pro pile paper, like a desk in the office
I was on my second Lexus by the time I met Tiara
I'm talking eighteen, I had the biggest booty girl in the city wanna get married
I cracked her ordering a three piece at KFC on Baseline and Cherry
Freak hoes came next, E-40 just texted me
They said 'boy u be snapping harder than the quote unquote rappers'
I bout that BM, had to made it, ya got to watch the way that the colour coat
I was copping shit I didn't come up on
So my next whip gon' have a hundred spokes
And I neva lie, I'm under oath
Her drawers to the side, gutter bowl
Me, ya, we ain't even coming close
I see ya, I see a fucking hoax
This the year I'm going new on ya hoes
In the old school, pushing up the oaks
Wit pre-rolls in my bubble coat
Only banging music, I produce and wrote
So befo' yo mouth get to running
Ya gon' have to show me sumething
Shoulder rubbing niggas who don't get it on their own
Say the most but they ain't saying nothing
Paying double's what ya will do
I need to pool that looks like Uncle Phil pool
I need sum' banners in the venue
Nigga it don't matter what you've been thru'
Ya gotta show me sumething

(Hook x2)
Show me, show me sumething
Show me sumething
Show me, show me sumething
Show me sumething
I've seen it all, I heard it all
I won't even listen to the talk, no I'm not involved
Ya gon' have to show me

(Verse 2: B. Carr)
Stacking cash, hustling, nigga getting his money up
Poured off wit this double cup, half a bar and a couple blunts
I'm zonin' boy, no ATL, head spinning 'round like a vogue wheel
I'm so high, I'm too drilled off 4 lines and a ginger ale
Can barely walk, I'm on stand still, phone ringin', boy I keep goin' dumb
Can't feel my body, my shit's numb, RIP to my lil' bruh
[?], had to let ya know that a nigga really out in the field
Call the plays, no 4th down, can't wait fo' it to touchdown
I'ma tell ya niggas now I ain't doin' this shit fo' no centerfold
Cuz it's plenty nights I ain't trip on pussy, but a nigga still fall into hoes
Fuck her good then end it fast, ain't nothing interfering wit this cash
Bank teller, oh bank teller can I get errythin' in blue bands?
Niggas still lames tho, whole circle red like Japan's flag
G, my hater, my pants sag, mama hate it I sold bags
Lifestyle of a thug nigga, quick to tell a nigga run it, run it
Tell a bitch she wanna fuck wit me, she gon' have to be mo' than ordinary, girl

(Hook x2)

(Bridge)
This isn't my (nigga we've been on) 1st time here (x4)
Yeah that sounds like a plan
(What u gon' grow up to be?) To be the muthafucking man
Yeah, that sounds like a plan
(What u gon' grow up to be?) I'mma be the muthafucking man
Yeah, that sounds like a plan
(What u gon' grow up to be?) To be the muthafucking man
Yeah, that sounds like a plan
(What u gon' grow up to be?) I became the muthafucking man

(Verse 3: Hit-Boy)
Wasn't no gas in that Volvo, that's why I'm gassed up now
But I was that when I used to play wit the yoyo at my grandma's house
She had it jumping like pogo, right off Meringo
Fast forward to 2011, I did my first radio single
My nigga Ricky made a play wit his cousin, all I had to do was cook
Flew out to work on Watch the Throne, felt like I had to sign to G.O.O.D
I didn't know I was this good, just a young nigga from the hood
Made to feel less than what I'm worth, but ya won't hit me wit the juug
No, ya won't hit me wit the jugg, ya won't hit me wit the jugg
No, ya won't hit me wit the jugg, ya won't hit me wit the jugg