People Like Myself (feat. Static Major)

People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzing off the Jim Beam But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem I'm a low-down freak from Sea peak(?) See them high school mates, I see them and don't speak All you all wanna talk like we used to hang Cause I'm doing my thang, now you wanna bask in my fame That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib Smoking a dub, counting my cash, over the phone And I'm selling cell phones, all with chips My nine to bloods, my glock to crips, who want war? You and your boys can bring the noise But I'm a bring hand grenades, now you're laid! Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go Uhh, uhh, uhh - since I got bigger (bigger) I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga (nigga) Like I just figure (figure) And my tracks didn't help niggas So for remedy I pound niggas Like I keep them in DJ's for that new Jigga Like them forty-two Girbauds I pocket every demo, like Timbaland - he's that next nigga Confirmed by people that she can blow Convinced Booker T she's the next to go Now I'm checking every joint and every unit I sold Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew In the 80's you all screamed like the movie is through You all screaming this is "Nutty Professor: Part II" To "Eyes Wide Shut" to whoever I choose I can appreciate a Kidman to a, tom cruise To a, fast food, I'm strictly drive-through The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinking I'm drinking and smoking and stressing, go to church for confession Down on my knees, begging to God, show me the path My label is jerkin me working me so the devil can lurk in me Sick of niggas bitchin, wishing I would fail Tell them Mag be the rap effing kenan and kel I'm spitting the version of verses curses over the churches Rapping more iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella Stop, the press! Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo I don't want your sex, here take your fast food "Tim you're dead wrong, tim you're dead rude!" Hey girl, I don't even know you "Timbaland we're your first cousin marion sue" My momma never ever mentioned you My momma also told me to watch them sappy foos, what? People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go