[Intro:]
Not a typical n**** (have you heard of me)
Boy I think I'm bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me)
One thing about me home boy I don't play no m****f***in games (have you heard of me)
[Verse 1:]
Kept it m****f***in gutta from day one right now homie the streets
I run how am this hot and a award I ain't won
cause I ain't a industry n**** alright son
but you will pay me for what I've done take tha industry relationship
cause I don't want none don't want the fame of this s***
you can have it shoulda just took tha money and then run
that ain't how a real n**** play it where I'm from stay
and get the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold
what's next platinum dun sold ova a million records ain't that sumthin
[Chorus:]
May neva see me on tha cover of a magazine
cause I ain't willin 2 kiss be seen copperate mad at me
cause dey can't f*** me I'm who these haterz hatin
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
but I'm the new owners of these f***** streets go
by tha name of plies have you heard of me.
[Verse 2:]
Erre since me erre body claiming real most you n***** p****
that's how I feel can be the best rapper an gotta tell lies
I couldn't be dat cause all I do is fantasize how you cookin dope you wearin suites n ties
This industry a joke they publicize just don't go to yo parties
if you don't f*** with plies to all my fans I apologize
Want me to cross ova f*** dat side jus a real n**** out of Ft. Meyers
I got principles n**** dats wat I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
not 1 my 3 album is you suprised worth my investment
ask atlantic records do I let s*** slide ring tone numbas 1.5
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Copperate scared of me cause I ain't safe dey don't know
wat da f*** dat I might say in da type of game dat they play
I don't wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter
I go my own way I make it hard on the radio
dat the streets praise you can stop countin on questions
dese days ever heard of a n**** dat say f*** me n****
either a rapper or a wannabe jus want me to kill em on gp
say I ain't lyrical well I'm sorry be dropped out of college
ain't earned my degree but at my bank dey love me his favorite rapper
ain't hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee
da streets don't want em I'm sorry
Not a typical n**** (have you heard of me)
Boy I think I'm bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me)
One thing about me home boy I don't play no m****f***in games (have you heard of me)
[Verse 1:]
Kept it m****f***in gutta from day one right now homie the streets
I run how am this hot and a award I ain't won
cause I ain't a industry n**** alright son
but you will pay me for what I've done take tha industry relationship
cause I don't want none don't want the fame of this s***
you can have it shoulda just took tha money and then run
that ain't how a real n**** play it where I'm from stay
and get the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold
what's next platinum dun sold ova a million records ain't that sumthin
[Chorus:]
May neva see me on tha cover of a magazine
cause I ain't willin 2 kiss be seen copperate mad at me
cause dey can't f*** me I'm who these haterz hatin
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
but I'm the new owners of these f***** streets go
by tha name of plies have you heard of me.
[Verse 2:]
Erre since me erre body claiming real most you n***** p****
that's how I feel can be the best rapper an gotta tell lies
I couldn't be dat cause all I do is fantasize how you cookin dope you wearin suites n ties
This industry a joke they publicize just don't go to yo parties
if you don't f*** with plies to all my fans I apologize
Want me to cross ova f*** dat side jus a real n**** out of Ft. Meyers
I got principles n**** dats wat I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
not 1 my 3 album is you suprised worth my investment
ask atlantic records do I let s*** slide ring tone numbas 1.5
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Copperate scared of me cause I ain't safe dey don't know
wat da f*** dat I might say in da type of game dat they play
I don't wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter
I go my own way I make it hard on the radio
dat the streets praise you can stop countin on questions
dese days ever heard of a n**** dat say f*** me n****
either a rapper or a wannabe jus want me to kill em on gp
say I ain't lyrical well I'm sorry be dropped out of college
ain't earned my degree but at my bank dey love me his favorite rapper
ain't hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee
da streets don't want em I'm sorry