Tekst Utworu

Ladies and gentlemen Pimps and prophets Queens and dope fiends Hoes and hoteps (right on, right on, right on) We got something real special for you tonight folks Everybody from Uptown to the South End Makin' their way on down to Lackawanna Plaza I think I'm finally finding me, my whole life has been hide and seek I used to suffer in silence, I never showed you that side of me Hypnotized by society, all the people I tried to be Gangsta, geek, or guerilla, I'll let you peep the psychology We packed five in a Honda, Origami behind the seat Smoking strong but it got me weak 'cause this pain we feel chronically I'm a star, they astonished, I never studied Astrology I'm too pop, I'm too polished Or I'm too Pac in my policies No apologies, bitch (temperature rising we mobbin' deep) I'm my poppa's lil' prodigy and my Grand momma coddled me Said I'm born to be funky Baptized in pollock or collard greens Coulda sworn they was British, niggas would die for this pot of tea As for me, I haven't been myself at all lately (at all) Runnin' low on friends to call, feel like they all hate me (goddman) Switching on you whenever I hit the call, waitin' Sipping on my Kool-Aid until the wall breaking Ooh, grass green over here though We some good fellas, so I need my dnero (need my dinero) Rain come down, get soaked til' it clear up Ain't no clouds, just smoke in the mirror Mirror Mirror, mirror on the wall (wall) Tell me who the realest of them all (ay, yeah) Just open your eyes Mirror, mirror on the wall (wall) Tell me who the realest of them all (uh) Ooh May not know Look in the mirror Ooh Just open your eyes Damn, I was bad when I was younger, y'all (yeah)
Writer(s): Jack Hallenbeck, George Jones, Leven Simon Seay, Alissa Beneviste Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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