Yea I got 'em like, got em like

(Verse 1:)
I remember when I was growin up how ma momma used to tell me,
No matter what say never give up do what I gotta do to make this paper,
N makin this paper is what I'm bout, just like the Newyork Time this is my time
And you can see(?) that I got in this magazine I'm mean n I make a scene when I get on the microphone lookin for a queen to help me hold up my throan, if thats you lemme see your hands in the crowd, ladies say my name I'm bout it like I'm serving it down and I'm tearing it down vocally comparing(?), these other dudes are clowns n I might be the new guy in town but I'm runnin for presedential status and all that really matters is the first place ma momma said to me

(Chorus:)
N I got em like heyy
All my ladies in the club (all my ladies)
And all my hustlers throw em up (all my hustlers)
I'm here to give you whats mine and thats everything I got like heyy
All my DJ's in the club (all my DJ's)
Don't be afraid to turn it up (dont be afraid now)
I'm here to take whats mine and thats that No.1 spot

(Verse 2:)
I remember when I was growing up what my daddy used to tell me...
Nothing! coz daddy was'nt around wha da fuck!?
From my various trials the lessons learned, something hurts let it burn don't let it bring you down,
I...seen my fair share of hard times n rainy days, mother didnt want me and daddy was MIA, so I picked myself up and turned into the comfort of a melody and the music was myself checking eventually
My CD this CD, is(telling?) me that the same mental and emotional energy that brought me pain and rainy days, is the same energy that helped me change the game so watch me change the game!

(Verse 3:)
I was born to do this here
So momma told me apply that pressure till I get there
And even when I get there
Make em feel that ain't shit theirs
Stay on top non-stop make this wanna begin
Shit yeah! ima make it rain, when it get clear come back with enough flames like fuck games! it's a whole lot of money to get here
And we means that, a hundred G stacks(?) hard in america now thats a g past
Keep cash, heat stashed the hood ain't livin right, with everybody watchin me to see how much I spend a night
See how much I spit it like a nigga thats radios
Theres a few niggas like us but they already dead and gone, but we still here, rollin through life like a wheelchair
(?) is ghetto life this is what we pimp here, that'd get you killed here hatin on the boy Hec, first words out his mouth, I break that boys neck