When I arrive tired eyes light up like fire flies
Star struck in amazement, I know my shit is f*ckin blazin
I play off it, speak in third person on some pompous shit
Earth bitches sweat me like a brotha spittin conscious shit
Sorry not today baby
I seen it all like the cashier at the porn store
Nothing faze me, am I crazy, hardly
This white dude he called my whitebul a wigga
So just imagine what he call me, nigga
Spit via the Black CNN
I speak ghetto Morse Code you just gotta tune me in
Or tune me out, if you don't like my lyrics or my beats
It don't matter either way I ain't gonna lose any sleep
There's a market for everything, on every level
It don't matter if you rappin bout God or the devil
If it's hot on the street man these niggas gonna buy it
Find ya niche in this bitch, they demand it you supply it
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When I arrive tired eyes light up like fire flies
Star struck in amazement, I know my shit is f*ckin blazin
I play off it, speak in third person on some pompous shit
Earth bitches sweat me like a brotha spittin conscious shit
Sorry not today baby
I seen it all like the cashier at the porn store
Nothing faze me, am I crazy, hardly
This white dude he called my whitebul a wigga
So just imagine what he call me, nigga
Spit via the Black CNN
I speak ghetto Morse Code you just gotta tune me in
Or tune me out, if you don't like my lyrics or my beats
It don't matter either way I ain't gonna lose any sleep
There's a market for everything, on every level
It don't matter if you rappin bout God or the devil
If it's hot on the street man these niggas gonna buy it
Find ya niche in this bitch, they demand it you supply it
Side Effect
Star struck in amazement, I know my shit is f*ckin blazin
I play off it, speak in third person on some pompous shit
Earth bitches sweat me like a brotha spittin conscious shit
Sorry not today baby
I seen it all like the cashier at the porn store
Nothing faze me, am I crazy, hardly
This white dude he called my whitebul a wigga
So just imagine what he call me, nigga
Spit via the Black CNN
I speak ghetto Morse Code you just gotta tune me in
Or tune me out, if you don't like my lyrics or my beats
It don't matter either way I ain't gonna lose any sleep
There's a market for everything, on every level
It don't matter if you rappin bout God or the devil
If it's hot on the street man these niggas gonna buy it
Find ya niche in this bitch, they demand it you supply it
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Writer: Matthew London, Terrence Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Terrence Wood
Language: English
Length: 1:36
Written by: Matthew London, Terrence Wood