Lately my attire been fire, I'm in my case
In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
Talking stakes, over overpriced steak
I'm well off, I should be used to it but I ain't
I'm still eating out the hands that I marry to say the
grace
Sitting across the angels of LA
Ticking off the stereotypes they sing about SA
And turn them into fanatics by time they collect the plates
Most of 'em say what they wish to say
Some of 'em don't wanna get offensive, so they let the
question ricochet
I spit the answers anyway
I talk like this 'cause I listen to Weezy everyday
Might walk like Tip 'cause that's who I, I rep today
Might drip like King Slime, I mean, King Slime
'Cause I got me, a check today
Money in my pants, I got credit on demand
And I mean that in every shape form, Sega game or bank
Way that I be switching whips, you'd think I know how to
bake
Way that I take all this love, you think I don't know it's
fake
I know what my haters look like, 'cause I seen a cobra's
face
Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I know Oprah
face
Won't ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I seen Hova face
Won't ever let nothin' that's got a skin to take Jehovah's
place (Jehovah's place)
Pushing through the pain for my soldier's sake (For my
soldier's sake)
Push the button now, if you don't know your place
Lately my attire been fire, I'm in my case
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