T-Pain - Say The Word (I’m Gone) lyrics

[Verse 1:] Look at him spittin rhymes, look at him hittin dimes Travellin’ all around the word (word) word (word) uh (uh) Look at him hit the stage, look at him rip the place For grown women and little girls (girls) girls (girls) uh (uh) But at the same time he’s doing the same thang Remember 05, well this the same Pain But everytime the rap game go down the drain The Louis Vutton j**elry box allowing him to change range I’m here to change things but they don’t like diversity Until they ask to let somebody write a verse for me But I say hell naw f*ck them n*ggas and they bins tell em I don’t see em like Patti Labelle draws I wanna make a living and n*ggas want me buried So I told Dex to put me in the pet cemetery So I can come back out of the dirt and truly thank him And tell em how Jesus introduced me to Ben Franklin (Preacher preaches) You bascially impowered Most of us that have it The holy goal with no man has ever gone before Yeah, yeeah he has giving us a stiff And the average human being does not care [Verse 2:] How hard is it to make it? And ya f*ckin respect it It seems like you just get in this sh*t to get rejected (your outta here!) And in some cases I done caught my damn self Hating on another n*gga just because he getting sweaty Uh, this sh*t is hard as it’ll ever get It’s like waiting to f*ck a girl that you’ll never hit And everytime you walk out the bitter with blue balls Then go and waste your money on making your Chevy too tall Damn, the life I live is full of public secrets And I’m the blame even if they didn’t f*ckin see it A modern day Frederick Douglas how can you beleive it Like Sadatay, Pootie Tang use the belt to beat it Man, if you wanna lose then n*gga go ‘head But ain’t nobody ever goin say Pain got a swoll head Unless I’m in the dressing room getting me some slow head f*cking with a seven or like seven of a co-ed’s Uh (Preacher preaches) … did his own crew Everybody wants to get his old crew rich And then they want the other lil people never get a piece of the pie And that can only go for the cracker, that go for you n*ggas that think that y’all big too I understand this, that’s right you n*ggas and crackers can’t stand me You n*ggas must know that I know you can’t do nothing if you broke Listen to me young people, old people too, mostly black people I’m talking to you You can’t do nothing if you broke!