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Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man Brewster Place, he used to stick his scissors in his sockets—damn Clear that project runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands Ain’t got no problems, Houston—I A.K.A. then rocket-land Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans Rockets and I up in the sky, like helicopter cams And you down there in the traffic jam From here, I’ve seen a bunch of fake sh*t like avid wra**ling fans Came up from the bottom of the eye еxam—zoom! Now, I’m like the biggest G up in thе room Still hard to see me like the truth on TV Or the roof from the sidewalk; I don’t flow, I ceiling My mama said they need me 'Cause I’m made from the best stuff on earth, like Snapple Tea Leaves They gla** is half full, so I spit into them like Celie No longer G—now, you can see me But your letter's still under my sea, like seaweed C and G but nothing 'bout me C-G It’s all real—none of this is green screen "Shut Up and Let Me Go" just like The Ting Tings I’m feeling like a Mac standing around a bunch of PCs I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm so addicted to the money I blew up, now I'm sexin' up all the video honies And all my fans at my shows, they be yellin' they love me I pull that drop head out; that b*t*h ugly Got a fake stunna, because he make me richer Don't need a magnifyin' gla** to see the big picture Hah! My flow tight like skinny jeans And whenever you mention the best of C's, just mention me The boy from Ohio; Reynoldsburg to be exact N***as frontin' at home like I ain't put it on the map F**k all you hip-hop critics, ain't here to please y'all My money's so giant, boy, your money so guitar And we are, nothin' I like so don't compare to me Now I get hit on woman who can be a parent to me I'm in Miami now, chillin' at the spots Got Ms. Dane County ridin' in the drop F**k with me! I'm too cool, even in school I was voted most popular And I get every sneaker, better get your Footlocker up! Better not catch Ca**ie or I'ma knock her up And I'm just sayin' how I really feel, no intentions, Puff That Louis bag got the most, count 200 stacks Trust me, I know, I tried to fit 300, damn near bust the bag Drivin' like a muthaf**ka, where your D at? Stay with a swisher on me, now where the weed at? And I be everywhere these other n***as don't be at You hotter than Cash Money Records, we don't believe that Look, n***a, we run this Name another label with a roster like our list N***a, let's be honest This sh*t is all I know And I'ma keep stuntin' on These n***as against the hoes Man, it's the life I chose No wonder why they hatin' on me B*t*h n***as don't change And they reamain the same And that's so lame When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa Uh! I am the topic of conversation, this is celebration Let's toast to the fact that I've moved out my mama's basement To a condo downtown, 'cause it's all about location I sit and drink wine and watch Californication, to life You shoulda been here to kick it with me We could have split this whole thing up 50/50 But now I'm at the 40/40 getting b*t*hes tipsy Killing sh*t, the ever-so talented Mr. Ripley How I go from being the man that you argue with To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest sh*t I should wanna go back to the one I started with But I'm addicted to this life, it's gon' be hard to quit Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along You could tell me that you've never heard none of my songs Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen 'Cause what's a star when it's most important fan is missing? This sh*t was all I knew, you and me only I did it all for you, still you were lonely We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change It's funny how someone else's success brings pain When you're no longer involved, that person has it all And you just stuck standin' there but I'm gon' need you to say something, baby Say-say something, baby Say something, babe, say something I'm gon' need you to say something, baby I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa
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