" Yo what are the reviews gonna say on this one?, we already knew he could rap
What? he over doing it?
Like somehow it's bad I mastered my craft
I don't got sh*t to prove
I don't need you to approve of i"
It all started with Party and Bullsh*t
Then saw the flaming bush
Parted the seas the moon hardly been pulling
Keep it pushing
Read a book or keep it shush
How the tide so tied to a rock in the sky
Look
Could see it from Dubai all the way to Brooklyn
Sometimes it eclipse, sh*t whatever to keep you looking
Don't that make you blind
I ain't know, I ain't slow
But I never was a pro when it came to sciencе
I'm just bold cause I was exposed
Listеned to what I was told
From every single soul
Mix it all in a pot
Give it a different tone
Lot of college kids piss me off
Talk like friken clones
Of the next half ass old professor
But you can't talk to someone that don't know the lecture
You ever talk to someone with no direction?
Ever talk to someone who ain't go for letterman?
Sold anything they hold slept at whoever's home would let em in
While you wrote letters hoping that they let you in
You ever talk to them?
Graduated from a loud pack to some pounds now he bout to get it in
For you it was just cap and gowns a little gin
From your father's liquor cabinet he finally let you in
But you lacked blacked out
Left you assed out on the couch
What I'm bout to have to say don't be mad about
But b, you ball like you got dragged out the house
I ball like
"we really talking bout practice now"
You could laugh about it now
It's been long since
Still some nonsense
Way they took it out of context
But what does it matter now
On to the next stress in life I gotta solve
What's that all about?
But its all good
Just some more sh*t I have to rap about
(chorus)
Too many many like 50
But they ain't out to get me, nah
They just trying to get in with me
But I got enough friends
To be polite pretend
But the act
Could only last for like ten
Throw the mics out the lens
Do it raw hard core
The sh*t you can't type
Gotta write with a pen
Some real sh*t
Like you writing kites to the pen
Just finished my last sh*t
Don't want me writing again
I passed it down
I'm passed it now
27 and respected I don't have to bow
I don't have to laugh and smile
I'm established now
How?
Ask the crowd
You don't see em chanting out
He a actor nah but rap like he work at santa's house
All I actually have to have is chow
A half a pound of loud
And a honey that will hold me down after mouth
I'm talking me to her and her to me
Only if your worthy b
A little top swap
I'll give you what you deserve, but only if you make it work for me
Let's see what you got Ma
Don't care how the curtains be
I don't judge
I fall in love with every girl I see
Every one's a pearl to me
They all mean the world to me
But they either curving me
Or acting like a bird to me
Brand new
Acting like they ain't heard of me
Few that do be cute and try to flirt with me
Flirt back for the courtesy
But what's concerning me
Is they the ones always trying to get my sperm from me
Then it occurred to me
I'ma give the earth my seed
Splurging
Have a whole world of me's
Cursing running 'round like circus freaks
But all of em half God like Hercules
Slack off burden me
But they'll all have bars
What else will they learn from me
No matter what some mutts
Cast off ain't a worthy breed
All of em will certainly
Surpass me with certainty
After everything I did its they're turn to speak
Remained an old soul like turtles be
Stayed underground like gerbil's be
The label burned em like a third degree
Churned em like bu*ter in the bakery
I urged them when they muttered to say their piece
Whole thing A to Z
Take it from mua
Then I murdered em with everything that came to me
(chorus)
Too many many like 50
But they ain't out to get me, nah
They just trying to get in with me
But I got enough friends
To be polite pretend
But the act
Could only last for like ten
Throw the mics out the lens
Do it raw hard core
The sh*t you can't type
Gotta write with a pen
Some real sh*t
Like you writing kites to the pen
Just finished my last sh*t
Don't want me writing again (X2)
"too many men, too many men,"