[Chorus:]
Now she wants a photo
Nobody really know though
Hakuna Matata: that's the motto n***a what's up? and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we chillin' in paradice, we don't really play
Every day, every day, people really don't have a say
Can't hear 'em 'cause our beats are in the way
Real n***a what's up?
[Verse 1:]
I speak … black not ghetto
I hit the ba** then I hear it on the cello
Answer it back with kick it mistro
Shooting to the cosmos, ditto to pride
Did I out-grow my options, when I arrived
Gotta look up for the info, so I checked the sky
That silver lining ain't mine
I encountered the corner
New city, life form, now I'm the foreigner
Asking me for a souvenir
My reaction a deer in headlights
But I'm a grown a** buck
They cashed me in, I'm worth 20 20's
Add another 20 no longer talking money
A catastrophe, that's only ment to be
Preen for a casualty
Set and directed by me
Coming across me questioning thy
Only saying what that's suppose to be
Flirt a ton nobody thinks I'm single
I play hearts like a fiddle
Lying just a little
I tell it all is that a confession or just a riddle
[Chorus:]
Now she wants a photo
Nobody really know though
Hakuna Matata: that's the motto n***a what's up? and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we chillin' in paradice, we don't really play
Every day, every day, people really don't have a say
Can't hear 'em 'cause our beats are in the way
Real n***a what's up?