[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you took all that time off. I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever you was doin' but I'm just curious to know... how you, how you gonna approach the next shit?" Say it's the same way I always do, not givin' a fuck
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill
It's probably because you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psych, my life's more like an obstacle, ain't it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me another child support payment
From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, huddled in front of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, drawn to my tool
Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less
I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success
And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my fo' fo'
From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clips
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's boots
Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it
That's what I do for my community
Your boo told me what she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity
Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you took all that time off. I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever you was doin' but I'm just curious to know... how you, how you gonna approach the next shit?" Say it's the same way I always do, not givin' a fuck
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill
It's probably because you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psych, my life's more like an obstacle, ain't it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me another child support payment
From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, huddled in front of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, drawn to my tool
Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less
I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success
And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my fo' fo'
From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clips
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's boots
Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it
That's what I do for my community
Your boo told me what she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity
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