[Verse 1: Pat McCam]
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[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ill-Noize]
Now I'm gettin' all of this notice, (yea)
I'm fly as f*ck, & I know-dis, (damn right)
So the people lovin', there's no diss, (all love)
'n I wrote this sh*t while I f*cked your b*tch
(Hahahaha...)
I'm explicit, no black bars, (beeeeeeep)
Just bad broads, & black cars
Four red stars, 2 blue stripes, (Chi-Town!)
Ask me how I feel, I say "I'm alright!"
I had fiends on deck until I got my first check
Cut the bad fruit off, with it went stress
Dressed to impress, yea I took the next step, now I'm waitin for a deal, & I'm dressed to kill
Gotta look good to match how I feel
Man that's forreal, I got sex appeal
Mass appeal like the people's choice
& I got a voice, so Ima speak my mind!
All these mothaf*ckas worried bout my life
If you ain't talkin' business I ain't got the time
I'm on my studio grind, always writin' rhymes
& when you see me in the street always with a dime
I got no time for no basic b*tch, (no sir)
Catch me swervin that lane switch (skeeert)
NV finna run up hill
& these haters fuel, man that's forreal...
[Hook]