Eric B

I'm never pretendin' Just some Young niggas on some old shit Always vintage I take it all even that brown Paper bag money So blessed And smooth like the homie From Fresh East Coaster Space player other niggas Playin' poker What can I say It's been a hell of a run When you playin' like me Sometimes the work ain't done Not a father but shout out to all My sons Self-made guys on Some double R shit we gon' Ride till we die The same nigga from schoolin' Story A male worth a game Givin' my niggas the glory It's only a few that did it Don't Get me on some shit you didn't Form me I told you never can play a Player Rhyme slayer It's levels to the club y'all niggas Just don't wanna take the stairs While we plottin' you fools Tater-tottin' Flow stay Knockin' no way you can stop It Attractive, addictive, a Victim Came through your Pores, did It seep through your system No point for you to diss him, Already sonny, listen Do-re-mi, niggas wanna play Me, but the pain's in me Solid to a T, black magic Feel it When I'm clappin' for the fire When I'm snappin' every Christmas I be rappin' Every Summer I be nappin', but never Slackin All around with it, pretty Automatic Count the number Every digit No time to get frigid No time To hold back, y'all boi sky a Limit Ball with a pivot, middle finger To a critic Ain't never read a Lyric Pimpin' ain't easy, but the pussy Right there Need to sertan my State, become a millionaire