Chevy Chase - Greatness lyrics

Verse 1: It's that Louisiana hot sauce spitter Karma is a b**h, and yet I still f** with her Murder flow, no crime scene, and I still f**ing k** them These b**hes like bananas, and I still f**ing peel them The World is cold, and these n***as still hate I stay on my grind so It's f** you, pay me Im feeling real crazy, these n***as com sedate me If I don't do that, then these n***as come slay me Plenty b**hes do many thing for recognition Plenty hoes say they love me, I dont give em mentions There's a fire in my heart, welcome to my hell Mind in captivity and this soul is in its cell Yea, I pay them mind, but I get no change These n***as stab me in my back, and I feel no pain And they calling, and they calling, and I hear no ring And we throw them hoes out, but we do no flings Chorus: Yea, Does Lebron have his rings yet? Yea, Have they built them tower's twins yet? Yea, Are we getting closer to the end yet? Yea, Or we just starting to begin it Well I don't know, I don't know, where to go They try to walk on top of me like my back is on the floor Bring your girl back to you glowing more than before Verse 2: I'm feeling presidential, and I'm chilling with my delegate You n***as real soft, Ima clean you like some delicates Memphis is my city, so you know I'm always repping it n***as plot my downfall, you motherf**ing pessimist Yea, I'm resting sh**, laying all the hoes out n***as see my success and all they do is cry and pout The smoke is too loud, n***a what you talking bout I'm throwing salt in the wound, these n***as talk and a**ume And party b**hes OD in the bathroom I'm calling n***as out, on the intercom And this will be the first time like s** at your prom Yea, I'm making love to the beat The last thing these n***as see is the bottom of my feet I'm running this field, but I don't ever rear cleats These hoes trying to f**, they must be in Miami Heat Chorus