Niggas just don't understand the story
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
Yeah
Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here
Ay, turn the-turn the mic up for me, though, one time
Turn that shit up, yeah
Niggas just don't understand
Yeah
Madlib f*ckin' crazy bro
I'm doing a whole, we did this whole album in a f*ckin' night, dawg
That's what's crazy
Whole album in a night, bruh
Egon as telling me how
Egon was telling me the real story about how, uh
He had dropped off these CD's to Kanye's engineer
I don't even know if we can say that
When Kanye tweeted that shit he was like
"Yo, Madlib just dropped off a bunch of CD's and the beats"
It was f*ckin', Egon bro, that's the man behind the MadGic right there
Yo, f*ck the-
Y'all thought I was gon' rap, right?
Nah, when you f*ckin' with Madlib you gotta f*ck him up
They think you comin' in
Ayo, check it, I been on the-
Edit right here
F*ck the bullshit, we out here getting money and more shit
I used to steal from Target and sold at GameStop
Leave you like Leo in Departed, you better f*ckin' stop
Mafia music, I live the life, I don't choose it
No I could never abuse it
It chose me, I don't refuse it
Retired but I'm rapping every day, I can't lose it
Man, I love when my wife f*ck slow
After a night of Tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh
You know the boy too cut-throat
I'm high on life, f*ck though
But I might sip a Scotch while the haters get hot
F*ck you, kick rocks like
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
Yeah, smoke it if you got it
(Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Uh
Pull up in a whip, feeling good, finally out the hood
Finally getting money like a real one should
I'ma take a sip, get a little lit
Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should
No we ain't friends, got me on ten
Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen
Run it back, run it right back like a running back
I remember running with the heater in the backpack
One time coming for the boy, sitting and avoid
Never had a family to fill this void
Lay it on the page just to gage how I feel
I'm the best on my field, if I said it it's real
Never had shit, never got shit
Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit
Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch
Your shit garbage, better pay homage
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
(Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Yo, uh
Ayo, alright
Niggas just don't understand
Uh, Jonah Hill just interrupted me at dinner
To tell me he was a really big fan, goddamn
Yo, tell me what is my life, fam?
He started rapping my shit, I started clapping and shit
Legacy records, we coming straight back to this bitch, uh
Guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, yeah
New York City on a Tuesday
I'm the reincarnated Sinatra, f*ck what you say
Ayo, my C-notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti
Once you on my level, everybody claim Illuminati
Experience the D and she go out of body
Good girl but love to get naughty probably
Yeah, fifty M's, I got fifty M's
But lowkey I remember when
Couldn't afford bus money to chill with my friends
I used to rock the low top, now it's high-end
Ellen DeGeneres is my friend, ha
Might pull a muscle from all this flexing
Me and J.J. Abrams just got finished texting
Yo, ayo, before I hit the session, life is such a blessing
Sonnin' these rappers like a father in confession
Shorty say, "Go deep" like Hail Mary
Step in the booth and I ain't messing
Grip the mic, I'm the rudest
Run up on me, watch me whip out the piece like a Buddhist, woo
Keep it rockin'
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English
Niggas just don't understand the story
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
Yeah
Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here
Ay, turn the-turn the mic up for me, though, one time
Turn that shit up, yeah
Niggas just don't understand
Yeah
Madlib f*ckin' crazy bro
I'm doing a whole, we did this whole album in a f*ckin' night, dawg
That's what's crazy
Whole album in a night, bruh
Egon as telling me how
Egon was telling me the real story about how, uh
He had dropped off these CD's to Kanye's engineer
I don't even know if we can say that
When Kanye tweeted that shit he was like
"Yo, Madlib just dropped off a bunch of CD's and the beats"
It was f*ckin', Egon bro, that's the man behind the MadGic right there
Yo, f*ck the-
Y'all thought I was gon' rap, right?
Nah, when you f*ckin' with Madlib you gotta f*ck him up
They think you comin' in
Ayo, check it, I been on the-
Edit right here
F*ck the bullshit, we out here getting money and more shit
I used to steal from Target and sold at GameStop
Leave you like Leo in Departed, you better f*ckin' stop
Mafia music, I live the life, I don't choose it
No I could never abuse it
It chose me, I don't refuse it
Retired but I'm rapping every day, I can't lose it
Man, I love when my wife f*ck slow
After a night of Tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh
You know the boy too cut-throat
I'm high on life, f*ck though
But I might sip a Scotch while the haters get hot
F*ck you, kick rocks like
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
Yeah, smoke it if you got it
(Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Uh
Pull up in a whip, feeling good, finally out the hood
Finally getting money like a real one should
I'ma take a sip, get a little lit
Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should
No we ain't friends, got me on ten
Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen
Run it back, run it right back like a running back
I remember running with the heater in the backpack
One time coming for the boy, sitting and avoid
Never had a family to fill this void
Lay it on the page just to gage how I feel
I'm the best on my field, if I said it it's real
Never had shit, never got shit
Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit
Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch
Your shit garbage, better pay homage
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
(Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Yo, uh
Ayo, alright
Niggas just don't understand
Uh, Jonah Hill just interrupted me at dinner
To tell me he was a really big fan, goddamn
Yo, tell me what is my life, fam?
He started rapping my shit, I started clapping and shit
Legacy records, we coming straight back to this bitch, uh
Guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, yeah
New York City on a Tuesday
I'm the reincarnated Sinatra, f*ck what you say
Ayo, my C-notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti
Once you on my level, everybody claim Illuminati
Experience the D and she go out of body
Good girl but love to get naughty probably
Yeah, fifty M's, I got fifty M's
But lowkey I remember when
Couldn't afford bus money to chill with my friends
I used to rock the low top, now it's high-end
Ellen DeGeneres is my friend, ha
Might pull a muscle from all this flexing
Me and J.J. Abrams just got finished texting
Yo, ayo, before I hit the session, life is such a blessing
Sonnin' these rappers like a father in confession
Shorty say, "Go deep" like Hail Mary
Step in the booth and I ain't messing
Grip the mic, I'm the rudest
Run up on me, watch me whip out the piece like a Buddhist, woo
Keep it rockin'
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
Yeah
Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here
Ay, turn the-turn the mic up for me, though, one time
Turn that shit up, yeah
Niggas just don't understand
Yeah
Madlib f*ckin' crazy bro
I'm doing a whole, we did this whole album in a f*ckin' night, dawg
That's what's crazy
Whole album in a night, bruh
Egon as telling me how
Egon was telling me the real story about how, uh
He had dropped off these CD's to Kanye's engineer
I don't even know if we can say that
When Kanye tweeted that shit he was like
"Yo, Madlib just dropped off a bunch of CD's and the beats"
It was f*ckin', Egon bro, that's the man behind the MadGic right there
Yo, f*ck the-
Y'all thought I was gon' rap, right?
Nah, when you f*ckin' with Madlib you gotta f*ck him up
They think you comin' in
Ayo, check it, I been on the-
Edit right here
F*ck the bullshit, we out here getting money and more shit
I used to steal from Target and sold at GameStop
Leave you like Leo in Departed, you better f*ckin' stop
Mafia music, I live the life, I don't choose it
No I could never abuse it
It chose me, I don't refuse it
Retired but I'm rapping every day, I can't lose it
Man, I love when my wife f*ck slow
After a night of Tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh
You know the boy too cut-throat
I'm high on life, f*ck though
But I might sip a Scotch while the haters get hot
F*ck you, kick rocks like
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
Yeah, smoke it if you got it
(Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Uh
Pull up in a whip, feeling good, finally out the hood
Finally getting money like a real one should
I'ma take a sip, get a little lit
Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should
No we ain't friends, got me on ten
Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen
Run it back, run it right back like a running back
I remember running with the heater in the backpack
One time coming for the boy, sitting and avoid
Never had a family to fill this void
Lay it on the page just to gage how I feel
I'm the best on my field, if I said it it's real
Never had shit, never got shit
Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit
Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch
Your shit garbage, better pay homage
Still out in this motherf*ckin' project
(Seem like a nigga ain't never gon' get the f*ck up outta here) Yo, uh
Ayo, alright
Niggas just don't understand
Uh, Jonah Hill just interrupted me at dinner
To tell me he was a really big fan, goddamn
Yo, tell me what is my life, fam?
He started rapping my shit, I started clapping and shit
Legacy records, we coming straight back to this bitch, uh
Guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains, it pours
Look at this money fall, yeah
New York City on a Tuesday
I'm the reincarnated Sinatra, f*ck what you say
Ayo, my C-notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti
Once you on my level, everybody claim Illuminati
Experience the D and she go out of body
Good girl but love to get naughty probably
Yeah, fifty M's, I got fifty M's
But lowkey I remember when
Couldn't afford bus money to chill with my friends
I used to rock the low top, now it's high-end
Ellen DeGeneres is my friend, ha
Might pull a muscle from all this flexing
Me and J.J. Abrams just got finished texting
Yo, ayo, before I hit the session, life is such a blessing
Sonnin' these rappers like a father in confession
Shorty say, "Go deep" like Hail Mary
Step in the booth and I ain't messing
Grip the mic, I'm the rudest
Run up on me, watch me whip out the piece like a Buddhist, woo
Keep it rockin'
Writer: Robert Hall
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC