PRhyme - To Me, To You lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] n***az be askin me like, "Man you took all that time off I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever you was doin but I'm just curious to know, like, how you how you gonna approach, the next sh**?" Say it's the same way I always do, not givin a f**~! [Royce Da 5'9"] Million dollar maker, not a faker Try to call me over-the-hill it's probably because you saw me chillin beside a pile of paper Life's a Pica**o paintin - psyche, my life's more like an obstacle, ain't it? Like, it's somethin in front of the drop and I gotta ride around it on my way to make me another child support payment From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow Stayin at grandma's Huddled in front of the open oven rubbin our hands together like, Baby with cameras around, manic depressed Drawn to my tool, genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success And I let you boys be the loudest Holdin my fo'-fo', from '94 on my retro kick, before I let you let go clips I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist I'll rock one of them baggy a** Tracy McGrady suits I've been poppin since I was 5, that was in '82 Believe that, a n***a been knockin more lady's boots than Kanye critiquin at Steve Madden, I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and I tried to drink it That's what I do for my community Your boo told me what she wanna do to me before she dropped on two knees and then, blew me like an opportunity Real n***az [Chorus 2X: Royce Da 5'9"] {"To me it's what I see"} {"To you it's what you do"} PRhyme! Ha ha ha ha, if I could make n***az as real as me Ha ha ha ha, I'd ask, "How come n***az ain't real as me?" [Royce Da 5'9"] Multiply, multiply That's what the real n***az do Multiply, multiplyyyyy That's on a real n***a Yeah, your favorite rapper's up in LIV While I'm on a controlled substances Search around my crib for a f** to give, but I couldn't find it My notebook should be made of a wooden binder Cause that's what my albums be sellin But I don't give a f** about nothin but good vagina, long as these n***az call me GOAT If I don't get through to you the call failed Cause I was probably on that "Wolf of Wall Street" boat, I'm a hard sell/sail Maybe too lyrical for 'em The Lord gave me a choice to either be king, or give all Hell I chose the latter/ladder like a fireman climbin up to a charred rail In front of Miley steerin a giant +Wreckin Ball+ Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom, I don't connect with y'all and these antics - today you give your life to the game Tomorrow you'll be posin in pictures lookin like Steve Francis You ain't turnin up, you're bein backhanded like Pete Sampras About that! I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the fact that I'm a rapper and nothin wack done came out my mouth yet You're welcome [Chorus] [Jay Electronica] Me and Pharoah is like Dorothy and Toto down the brick road, crossin at the criss-roads In the valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to b**h mode I came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion The title on the marquee said "Child out of Zion" Contemplatin on another plane, hoverin down lover's lane Won the great debate against the state about the mother plane He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name Then lightning struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricane Jay Electricity, baptized near Felicity Where he been for the past three years? It's just a mystery If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, n***az can't get to me The F in my middle name with the period stands for "Victory" I came from the bottoms of Hell with jezebels sniffin blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity When I was young I was confused, I thought God was a mystery But, everything I knew since the time I begin to grew was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and hitched their wrist to we Now all praises due to Allah, we see it crystally The Pyramids were there to bear witness to the gods So when the angels heard me spit they bit they lip, this sh** is hard Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular by the unpopular, phantom of the chakras [Chorus]