Maino - 2012 Predictions lyrics

This is for my internet bloggers, independent artists b**hes pulling scams off credit card charges Yeah, 11 is dead, let me share a couple visions that I got in my head I welcome you to 2012, when the Mayans once said its the end of the world So we gonna do it up and live it like our last night So wasted, I cant remember my last night All I see is the future in front of me Nothing like all these visionary wannabees Im a fortune teller man I know sh** Another rapper, open off my own b**h New year, Im a wizard again f** that, I see Obama winning again Yeah, Chris Brown and Rihanna getting back togther Yo Mainom, for real? Nobody gives a f** about all that other sh**, n***a Wa**up with you? Predict some sh** abotu you, n***a I wanna hear about you, I dont give a f** about no basketball wives I dont give a f** about none of these b**hes on television and crime and fighting every f**ing 5 minutes Wa**up with you n***a? All I see is skiny b**hes going skiny dipping in my swimming pool, barsh** Park the Lamborghini in my living room Flossing, got a diamond as big as a table spoon Cartridge, ak 47 and Ive been a goon Mirror, mirror while Im staring at the wall Will I live to be the greatest, or die an underdog? Will I will I make it to the frog? Will these n***as ever wake and stop sleeping on your door All I see is my funeral me dying as a general Hopping out that casket screaming you cant k** the truth Yeah Im bulletproof baby its so incredible Tweezing off, holding my balance just like a k**er do All I see is visions and kitchens and all Day friends yelling like n***a you gotta ball at night So now Im in that place waving bottles out Strippers dancing on me got me throwing dollars out So drunk so high that Im on a cloud Cant see the sky, cant find the ground Yeah Im coming but these f*gots trying to hide the crown Im turned up, need a shot just to calm me down I spend days and I bathe up in crack houses Blue bread took bread and I stack thousands No love with the war with different drug lords Got friends doing time over drug lords On the road we gonna roll to the end of it Stand up and crack a smile at my sentences Now tell me why these p**y n***as trembling Cause these rappers in this game all gelatin All I see is riches in my crystal wall Should I let them in or should I k** them all? Should I cop the new Benz with the soft top So I can stand up on the and yell f** cops Should I keep f**ing hoes or should I get a wife? Should I find a strip club or should I find Christ? Fell a sleep behind the wheel of a Woke up in a tellie next to This is my prediction for 12, Ima make a s** tape and show girls n***as only hate what they fear boy They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy They gonna kiss the ring this year, boy.