Shook Ones (Part II) FreestyleFabolous Yeah, DJ Clue? To all the k**ers and the hundred-dollar billers Ha-ha, to real n***as who ain't go no feelings Check it out now, yeah [You got to f** with my realness I'm sick with it like I'm stuck with a illness It ain't luck that I'm still rich Just more reason for me to tuck and conceal this Your boy might have to hit a f**-n***a k** switch Snap right back to me standin' in the projects Bakin' soda, (?) handin' me the Pyrex We was small then, but the plan was to be 5x The world is yours plan, but, man, I need that Nas Lex SC 400, that's all your boy wanted And the light-skinned shorty from next door that's frontin' She couldn't see that I was that next boy or somethin' Maybe I just needed to flex more or somethin' Now I hit that f**in' Rolex store for nothin' And I could teach n***as, give lectures on stuntin' And if I need a b**h, I could text yours or somethin' Then she don't see me the next tour tour or somethin' Chick crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty-three Ridin' through Brooklyn, realizin' it's only one of me Notice that I'm who the wannabes want to be It feelin' like all of y'all don't want none of me In this kitchen, step back and watch the chef cook My corner told me, "Counter jabs with a left hook" And give me mine, you don't want to see my stress look I drive through with the mask, lookin' like Westbrook Cash me out, for the twenty Gs I'm in there Now multiply it by how many times I been here Forty Gs for the show with the in-ears Dog, I ain't hit a ATM in ten years There's a difference in gettin' money and got money I'm just a winner with a pocket full of pot money I ain't judgin', baby, go and get that (?) money You better stay for a rainy day when it's not sunny You know n***as change just like the weather Get in one argument and just like, "Whatever" Meet a new b**h who look just whoever People sayin', "Wasn't they just, like, together?" My b**h a** feel so soft just like my leather Got a good head on her, I just like 'em clever This life forever, f** the lame, mad sh** You wouldn't look this good in the same-a** fit I'll give it to you n***as on some AIM Blast sh** Then give it to your sons on some Dame Dash sh**, boy You n***as ain't bosses anyway A nine-to-five beat a tender life any day Get your money cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks You scared to d**h, you scared to look You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks You scared to d**h, you scared to look You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks You scared to d**h, you scared to look You shook cause ain't no thing as halfway crooks