HOOPLA (Album Version)

Nah, they don't get it, they ain't never been in my position Is you wise or you ignorant Bitch, you never seen these type of digits They're offended just from my existence Could never understand how I'm livin Yeah, yeah, try to slander my image When it reflects a God, hoe we winning Turn all the cons into pros Stats on me, back up off me 'fore you get your ass pwned Lil' mama please, watch your tone When you talk to me, cause I'm out your league And that's not a joke She 23 with a three-year-old On the scene When she need to keep that baby off the pole Baby, I been reachin' all my goals Feedin' my soul, seekin' freedom Now I'm free from all these tropes Freer than the flock, fear never stops The movement 602, we been on top Stupid Hoe we got the city on lock Bane and Mad been droppin' bombs like Barack Remember sleepin' over Zay Crib on the cot Now me and Stow be out the country switchin' up the plot Pop out with my woman, everybody lookin' shocked While I keep hittin' that lil' dance, I just wanna rock The milkman from the two times two The darkskin common sense like Wu meets DOOM Talkin' bout his revelations like the 2 live crew I done did what would take niggas two lives too And I'm just gettin' started So quit with all that hoopla It's Mr. Money Clip residing with the mula Y'all pray to it when y'all need to pray to God Say my truth, get ridiculed, and it's woosah