Naledge from Kidz In The Hall - Nah Mean? lyrics

[Verse 1] Thought I was Bruce Wayne when I fly by Circle in that blue sky And this Blue Dream make me lean but I'm too high There's two guys you can be: a real n***a or a b**h-a** n***as think that I'm both of them, but the 2nd one will get b**h-slapped Spit raps continuous, kick back ridiculous Kick it like it ain't another MC within distance or Vicinity. You get it, G? You n***as never finished me Replenishing the swagger, epitome of stupidity Walking to St. Alfred's, blow about a hundo Only got like two caps. I don't give a f** ho! See me? Say "What's up, bro?" or you on some wack sh** Backflip on tracks with my snares and hi-hats, b**h Made this instrumental bumping through your speakers Walking through my mental, you'd say that your feet hurt My tweeters and subs blare, got long hair and don't care My song here, your song there. You gone player. "It's on, then" [Hook] Jamo in my cup, off Ciroc I lean I be buzzing, yeah cousin, I'mma rage, nah mean? What's up, b**h? What's up, ho? (x2) Fake friends and enemies the same I seen Ya'll be stuntin', I be bussin' at they frame, nah mean? What's up, b**h? What's up, ho? (x2) [Verse 2] I rap about hella dope sh** and I always get paid Even if it's small or just change, n***a I won't beg or pitch mayne So if you dead or sickly, ain't no handouts or sympathy Come see my feature film in 3-D and tell me you get me. n***a, please Lyin' a**, mad enough to k** you and make yo a** lie in gra** Supplying that lyrical warfare from Zion, man. A lion, fam No crying and no b**hin', ain't no lyin' in my vision I just speak what's on my mind, they just mad because they listen Kicking them words mayne, for sure mayne No standing still or curb lane Ho n***as ain't real, nobody was down except Tre and Kirk mayne Man, they just too weak to rap against me because they sh** sauce A big boss, now everybody and they Mom wanna rap like Rick Ross That wool over yo eyes, n***a how could you miss that? There ain't no talent when they kick that, so I ain't gonna rap or spit that wack And stereotypical flow on this beat, there's no gain n***a, I'm an MC to the fullest so to me they're so lame... (You s**!) [Hook] [Bridge: Naledge] Eastside, get the money Brainiac, get the money Naledge born, get the money Never chase hoes, chase money [Verse 3: Naledge] n***as on that Hank Gathers sh**, n***as they be down to ball I got paper like the m**ms final call YouTube era, you can track it, I ain't lyin' to ya'll I just spent a grand on my girl to get designer drawers I be in Supreme just like Diana Ross We ain't talkin' dentist sh** when we say we down to floss Boss sh**, no Ricky No undertaker, chicks dig me In the club, Jamo, we be gettin' tipsy n***as rollin' blunts, fat b**h. Call it Missy He-he-hehe how, he-he-hehe how Kool Moe, "How You Like Me Now", I be gettin' down 7-trey, Southside of town, I be gettin' round-round Ridin' round and I'm gettin' it, gettin' it Yeah, we makin' that spinach, n***a (Yop) [Hook]