Royce Da 5'9" - Magnolia lyrics

–Verse 1– Every rapper claims that he never stood for disrespect He got disrespected in the hood and he just set When I bought my white Corvette it touched my mother's heart When I stepped on the pedal to pipes turned to Bubba Sparxxx Called [?] up, turned the rally stripes to f**ing art Then introduced my son to Teyana Taylor at Rucker Park Look, f*g, this BE4, I don't have no E-G-O You don't want to static eh, y'all should have your TV low Y'all the fakes, these are the breaks, y'all the cast on CB4 Am I an underground artist? No, I'm completely low I'm so low I could sell.. I'm so low I could sell this booth as my new cellar I could sell a Jewish fella suit to a suit tailor Who better? I can sell a shovel to the Devil Then turn around and I can sell the scoop to a newsletter Feeling like God only kicked Moses on the snare Allah on the flyer and this b**h emoting on a prayer f** these labels, f** you label hoes focused on despair f** radio, I'm already floating on the air I ain't here to be famous in debt, do my thing to me dead These fans are programmed to change and forget In this white man's world I'm just a black who ain't in the red Who hasn't had a hat he can hang on regret Rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect Who has a rather insane intellect I would rather ride a train to success That's plain than ride a dragonfly through a flame to impress Maybe I'm Red, maybe I'm Meth, maybe I'm less Maybe I'm crazy like Macy Gray, baby, I'm blessed The hoes praising me like maybe I'm next ‘Cause I'm wavy, my flow Avion wet I'm so amazing, I'm Jay Z, I'm Treach I'm feeling like KRS in the flesh In the 80s, but more 94′ Shady I guess We taking the feeling back from the wealthy, rich and shining Uncla Murda this and Suge is more healthy for the genre Porsche pushing, motor whoofing Under the hood it sound like horses hoofing I never ran from a soul, but I got promoters booking I keep a hand full of something to fold I'm just here to tell you the facts The mayor slipped and fell through the cracks Like the quarter's is under your sofa cushion Man, I remember these hoes used to overlook me Now they come to my shows and throw their panties on stage Or they just say “f** it' and throw the p**y