Make Em’ Say lyrics

[Hook]
To my girls on the block, to my girls in the spot
With their legs out, I can make 'em say Hey!
To my n*ggas in the spot, to my n*ggas on the block
In the trap house, I can make 'em say Hey! (Hey!)
I can make 'em say Hey! (Hey!) I can make 'em say Hey! (Hey!)
I can make 'em say Hey! (Hey!) I can make 'em say...

[Verse 1]
I'm back with a vengeance, this's one hell of an entrance
With the persistence of a Jehovah's Witness
Picture this, my thoughts turned to visions
My smart mouth done turned into brilliance
Smell me? I see n*ggas with their nose up
Fly City n*gga, now the world know us
Superstar sh*t
Flawless, like I don't know what a flaw is
Through all this I can see why n*ggas hate me
Look; I say I'm fly, you say I'm over-the-top; Same thing
Like my flow got a head start, you playing catch-up
Y'all don't even look the part, you playing dress-up
Get your fresh up
Now I don't mess up
I'm the next up, no pressure
Outgun y'all, Steve Nash, I'll son y'all
Yes, it's just begun! (Come on!)

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[Verse 2]
I ain't one of these rap n*ggas, these wack n*ggas
You hear the difference? I spit scripture, my n*ggas'd die for their religion
The young god is so squall, can't take it out of him
I'm not God, but I will shock the hell out of them
Y'all been asking "What happen to passion?"
On the mic I'm something like Joe Jackson
Fresh to death, feel like I'm living my past life
Ahead of my time, feel like I'm living my dad's life
This ain't image, this is vintage
Real sh*t for anybody who missed it
Y'all n*ggas fly by night, I prolly missed it
Modern Saint Nicholas, damn it, I'm gifted
See, I'mma show you what it is when you give a f*ck
The bullsh*t gotta die so I could live it up
Flow crazy, the hood say "This n*gga nuts!"
Go admit it, I'm the n*gga and I'm killing it! (What!)

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[Bridge]
Here with a purpose, Kurt hinted closest thing to perfect
Ain't move work but I put work in
You in the cold and your shirt thin
I will be that n*gga for as long as the Earth spin
I see you lil' n*ggas got the game wrong
Sign the first thing they let you put your name on
f*cked up, don't know who to put the blame on
You average, my flow fantastic, "Flame On!"
[Verse 3]
Y'all losing
I do this in my sleep, right now, what you hearing is me snoozing
Silver stones in the watch, n*ggas clueless
I talk big money, f*ck you and your two cents
Ho-looking-ass n*gga, don't-spit-sh*t-just-looking-ass n*gga
Untouchable, you can't bruise him
When the chorus hit, watch how I make 'em lose it!

[Hook]
(To my girls on the block, to my girls in the spot
With their legs out, I can make 'em say Hey!)