Irv Gotti - Only a Customer lyrics

Intro: Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all '96, futuristic sh** b**h Uh, what the f**? How we do How we do Uh huh Verse 1: It's the eventual triple platinum n***a with the solid gold fate All that nickel and dime sh** don't hold no weight Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) As you thumb through The Source I read the Robb Report Cla** C, hold me down with the plastic That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite My people's eyes through the peep hole I'm lovin' you down freak As I shoot through the city like a rumor Not soon enough to stop 'em from spreading the news Paper heading reads "Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees" The only thing to cool them off is a Malibu Bay Breeze Can't stop for the feds, say cheese You know they wanna take a n***a picture Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now Jigga haven't done dirt in a while You know my stomach getting weak from living on the streets for real Trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats At the top where the real criminal minds meet That's where the cream is, right? That's where your dream is - well ain't It?) Hook: You're only a customer (uh) Walking in the presence of hustlers You spend money all night long Roc-A-Fella [Verse 2] Yo, my youth had a n***a too aggressive I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought invested Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch away What you deem most precious Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing? I don't know to tell the truth If I'm pressed for dough, I gotta consult Irv Gotti y'all (Heads got to roll) I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd What you're facing is official (It's official) Most cases when I'm blazing won't miss you (Won't miss you) Case and point, make bullsh** an issue I'll see it to the end My writing is so personal my heart bleeding through the pen Make no mistake about me There's only one n***a living that got a half a cake about me I got love, I can k** a friend over fam, not d** And very few people understand that love To make a n***a die bleeding is nothing You make a motherf**er die breathing then you saying something [Hook x3] [Verse 3] More flavor than y'all can image having Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt Brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life f** it, greasy eye, had the whole D.C. high Pissy off Cristals, 3G's high seasoned Bacardi, VVS's blesses my body We be fresh at the party, play yourself, go 'head If you don't know the ledge It's like spitting to God Get it in the face f**ing with n***as over your head Take your time with me, shifty Used to make coke stretch like the sample in the 950 Sit with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike At the light, doin' a pike, with a b**h on the back And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype In 35 slow-mo, with the Rocafella logo Acapulco to Aruba, bay breezes and caviar Beluga Very little loot eludes us In the grayish blueish, LEX coupe it's the root of evil in these people (What the f**) [Hook x3]