You gotta have some sauce in there
Cuz if you don't have the sauce, where's the f*ckin
Spaghetti, you know
You know what I'm sayin?
It's not spaghetti without the motherf*ckin' sauce
I'm the boss, watch your mouth
Flyin' higher than a Birdman
F*ck Tammy
Middle fingers up like they can't understand me
I'm ridin' straight to the top with the keys God hands me
And the grind don't stop, neither does the family
F*ck the haters
Kelly told them die, die
Chillin' in the studio
We just ate some Five Guys
What time is it
About throw a clock, time flies
All these rappers always cap'n
Aye, aye
Look, I said I chose to be a server 'cuz I weighed a lot
I lost a lot of weight 'cuz niggas picking at my plate a lot
I'm broke right now 'cuz I like to mistake current life with fate a lot
I saw some shit on Global Warming, yeah, the internet fake a lot
But six million square miles of trash?
Damn, we waste a lot
And people battle Twitter finger moving
Copy paste a lot
Trying to break another nigga down who don't make a lot
You only hurt yourself because you hate a lot and never look to love
Never
They wanna treat your love like it's boring, that's true
Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit, achoo
Money gives you riches, but it don't make you real
Neither do the bitches, drugs or sex appeal
Why you trying to be cool when you could be you
Cuz when you're you, you are real, you feel me?
This the type of shit that motherf*ckers find appealing
This the shit that make them put their hands up to the ceiling like
I wanna be me too, me too, me too
I wanna be me too, me too, me too
I can let it be, let it be, see through
Oooh I can be me, but can you be you?
Wait, cuz I wanna be me too, me too, yeah
I said I'm full of empty batteries, I'm steady needing triple A
I'm feeling broken down, I'll burn some calories another day
And then I thought I lost my body, God just said don't stay awake
And then I started saying I would get up and go lift some weights
But everything got put on wait and I just kept on gaining weight
And I just couldn't stay awake, I used to walk there every day
But then I felt like if I hit the gym, the second floor would break
And then I realized my thoughts were influenced
I'm addicted to getting under the influence of something
Get under the influence of me and get addicted to it
Then we get to doing good and ultimately sticking to it
Everybody say they wanna do good, but they'll never do it
Guess it makes them feel bad about themselves and what they're doing
I'm just trying to get a bunch of features so we blow up
So these motherf*ckers can't say we blew it
We blow up so we can't, okay
Look, I said I spit a speech impediment, then dropped it to the rhetoric
Got shot by GB Smoke, got heebie-jeebies when I read it
Give me credit, not debit
I said it, why can't it get noticed like it's sitting on the benches
Man, I still ain't made a team yet
Ain't fulfilled my dreams yet
Thankful for the bench that made me who I'll be but
How I be myself when I was made by the streets?
So I think granny ain't here, the streets came to me
All my niggas making tracks, tire marks in the streets
And the style too hard when it free
I only catch Z's when I smoke a bunch of tree
And some friends was in three strikes
Do y'all like the league (know what I'm sayin?)
N8TheGr8 - Me II Freestyle (feat. KellyisXL) Lyrics
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You gotta have some sauce in there
Cuz if you don't have the sauce, where's the f*ckin
Spaghetti, you know
You know what I'm sayin?
It's not spaghetti without the motherf*ckin' sauce
I'm the boss, watch your mouth
Flyin' higher than a Birdman
F*ck Tammy
Middle fingers up like they can't understand me
I'm ridin' straight to the top with the keys God hands me
And the grind don't stop, neither does the family
F*ck the haters
Kelly told them die, die
Chillin' in the studio
We just ate some Five Guys
What time is it
About throw a clock, time flies
All these rappers always cap'n
Aye, aye
Look, I said I chose to be a server 'cuz I weighed a lot
I lost a lot of weight 'cuz niggas picking at my plate a lot
I'm broke right now 'cuz I like to mistake current life with fate a lot
I saw some shit on Global Warming, yeah, the internet fake a lot
But six million square miles of trash?
Damn, we waste a lot
And people battle Twitter finger moving
Copy paste a lot
Trying to break another nigga down who don't make a lot
You only hurt yourself because you hate a lot and never look to love
Never
They wanna treat your love like it's boring, that's true
Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit, achoo
Money gives you riches, but it don't make you real
Neither do the bitches, drugs or sex appeal
Why you trying to be cool when you could be you
Cuz when you're you, you are real, you feel me?
This the type of shit that motherf*ckers find appealing
This the shit that make them put their hands up to the ceiling like
I wanna be me too, me too, me too
I wanna be me too, me too, me too
I can let it be, let it be, see through
Oooh I can be me, but can you be you?
Wait, cuz I wanna be me too, me too, yeah
I said I'm full of empty batteries, I'm steady needing triple A
I'm feeling broken down, I'll burn some calories another day
And then I thought I lost my body, God just said don't stay awake
And then I started saying I would get up and go lift some weights
But everything got put on wait and I just kept on gaining weight
And I just couldn't stay awake, I used to walk there every day
But then I felt like if I hit the gym, the second floor would break
And then I realized my thoughts were influenced
I'm addicted to getting under the influence of something
Get under the influence of me and get addicted to it
Then we get to doing good and ultimately sticking to it
Everybody say they wanna do good, but they'll never do it
Guess it makes them feel bad about themselves and what they're doing
I'm just trying to get a bunch of features so we blow up
So these motherf*ckers can't say we blew it
We blow up so we can't, okay
Look, I said I spit a speech impediment, then dropped it to the rhetoric
Got shot by GB Smoke, got heebie-jeebies when I read it
Give me credit, not debit
I said it, why can't it get noticed like it's sitting on the benches
Man, I still ain't made a team yet
Ain't fulfilled my dreams yet
Thankful for the bench that made me who I'll be but
How I be myself when I was made by the streets?
So I think granny ain't here, the streets came to me
All my niggas making tracks, tire marks in the streets
And the style too hard when it free
I only catch Z's when I smoke a bunch of tree
And some friends was in three strikes
Do y'all like the league (know what I'm sayin?)
Cuz if you don't have the sauce, where's the f*ckin
Spaghetti, you know
You know what I'm sayin?
It's not spaghetti without the motherf*ckin' sauce
I'm the boss, watch your mouth
Flyin' higher than a Birdman
F*ck Tammy
Middle fingers up like they can't understand me
I'm ridin' straight to the top with the keys God hands me
And the grind don't stop, neither does the family
F*ck the haters
Kelly told them die, die
Chillin' in the studio
We just ate some Five Guys
What time is it
About throw a clock, time flies
All these rappers always cap'n
Aye, aye
Look, I said I chose to be a server 'cuz I weighed a lot
I lost a lot of weight 'cuz niggas picking at my plate a lot
I'm broke right now 'cuz I like to mistake current life with fate a lot
I saw some shit on Global Warming, yeah, the internet fake a lot
But six million square miles of trash?
Damn, we waste a lot
And people battle Twitter finger moving
Copy paste a lot
Trying to break another nigga down who don't make a lot
You only hurt yourself because you hate a lot and never look to love
Never
They wanna treat your love like it's boring, that's true
Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit, achoo
Money gives you riches, but it don't make you real
Neither do the bitches, drugs or sex appeal
Why you trying to be cool when you could be you
Cuz when you're you, you are real, you feel me?
This the type of shit that motherf*ckers find appealing
This the shit that make them put their hands up to the ceiling like
I wanna be me too, me too, me too
I wanna be me too, me too, me too
I can let it be, let it be, see through
Oooh I can be me, but can you be you?
Wait, cuz I wanna be me too, me too, yeah
I said I'm full of empty batteries, I'm steady needing triple A
I'm feeling broken down, I'll burn some calories another day
And then I thought I lost my body, God just said don't stay awake
And then I started saying I would get up and go lift some weights
But everything got put on wait and I just kept on gaining weight
And I just couldn't stay awake, I used to walk there every day
But then I felt like if I hit the gym, the second floor would break
And then I realized my thoughts were influenced
I'm addicted to getting under the influence of something
Get under the influence of me and get addicted to it
Then we get to doing good and ultimately sticking to it
Everybody say they wanna do good, but they'll never do it
Guess it makes them feel bad about themselves and what they're doing
I'm just trying to get a bunch of features so we blow up
So these motherf*ckers can't say we blew it
We blow up so we can't, okay
Look, I said I spit a speech impediment, then dropped it to the rhetoric
Got shot by GB Smoke, got heebie-jeebies when I read it
Give me credit, not debit
I said it, why can't it get noticed like it's sitting on the benches
Man, I still ain't made a team yet
Ain't fulfilled my dreams yet
Thankful for the bench that made me who I'll be but
How I be myself when I was made by the streets?
So I think granny ain't here, the streets came to me
All my niggas making tracks, tire marks in the streets
And the style too hard when it free
I only catch Z's when I smoke a bunch of tree
And some friends was in three strikes
Do y'all like the league (know what I'm sayin?)
Writer: Nathanyel Mead
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid