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Correct About Me Lyrics
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[Intro] Ay, ay, yeah Uh I appreciate you coming out tonight Shout-out to my man Omen on the beat Yeah, fresh heir You know what it is [Verse 1] See where I'm from we say throwed When referring to intoxication Clean the icy soles Tryna stop the oxidation Ain't that much you can really do When you see that yellow comin' Being fly niggas That's our only occupation Get some mo' Saturday morning early Betta hit the sto' Monday morning everybody wearin em Them niggas slow Me and my homies waited like a month plus Til everybody's scuffed up Only they ain't wear they J's [?] Eventually, we changed tho Scurried out our sorrow Hurt because our people smart But wasn't goin far tho Now I want my intellect To keep and not to borrow You worried bout some 2012 I'm worried bout tomorrow Some homies that I would hoop with got a whole lot of lead Some lost they freedom and prisons got a whole lot of beds Even if I remember late And I'm comfortable I'm prayin on my knees Even if I gotta roll out of bed It's like [Hook] Hey, yeah, so whatcha know about me? So whatcha know about me? Say wassup, say wassup, say wassup Whatcha know about me? [Verse 2] Girls we used to try to rap to Who used to handle us Now a bit of savages Checking my Twitter statuses To see my current city And if my living be lavish-ness Glad I didn't get em back then I see it now Because my lady had my back Way before she ever thought I'd blow up And all my niggas didn't stay around And get they dough up I listen to old heads When I would talk my recklessness About the people I was soon to meet And they would tell me 'slow up' My mom predicted genius when I grow up They way I took it was spitting So I would get my flow up Like creating the [?] to my attributes And anything was low I would practice it until it go up The gashes in my heart ain't nothing doctors know to sew up Stimulation through tribulation and still I show up All I'm rapping for is misguided girls And my homies on block on the Southside That is what I throw up [Hook] Yeah, I got love for em Definitely got love for em And they know, and they know, and they know They know [Verse 3] You done lost your mind If you tell me I'm not a dreamer From where they cop the Nina Leave you wetter than Aquafina All my brethren got subpeonas And medicine, doctors seen em as some hopeless blacks Who can lead their people with open backs So they prescribe em with that Ritalin And it seemin' like they write em off Like they gonna have felonies as a teen And screamin 'Mazel Tov' Fight for my melanin cause we need it Yo Coca-Cola bottle couldn't Tellin me now I lead it And talent ain't even fair like you couldn't pay the meter Victory my dream girl She know that I need her Martin, she my Gina She the Turner to my Tina I don't sleep much, I just — have you seen her Have you seen her? So until I get Demeter I'm rocking microphones And everybody sayin' yeah Everytime I check it's like my grass is getting greener Probably cause I reign And maneuver as a king Homie, you should do the same like [Instrumental Outro]
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