People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
It's Mag from your TV screen buzzing off the Jim Beam
But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem
I'm a lowdown freak from Chesapeake
See them high school mates I see 'em and don't speak
All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang
Cause I'm doing my thang now you wanna bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club be in the crib
Smoking a dub counting my cash over the phone
And I'm selling cell phones all with chips
My nine to bloods my Glock to crips who want war
You and your boys can bring the noise
But I'mma bring hand grenades now you're laid
Pull out my d**k piss on your b***ha*s
Sit on your face now you gotta kiss a*s
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
Since I got bigger
Bigger
I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my n***a
N***a
Like I just figure
Figure
And my tracks didn't help n***as
So for remedy I pound n***as
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
I pocket every demo like Timbaland he's that next n***a
Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced Booker T she's the next to go
Now I'm checking every joint and every unit I sold
Once I'm deep in the dough I'm deep with a crew
In the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is through
Y'all screaming this is Nutty Professor Part II
To Eyes Wide Shut to whoever I choose
I can appreciate a Kidman to a Tom Cruise
To a fast food I'm strictly drive through
The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
Even the phone spit it God know what I'm thinking
I'm drinking and smoking and stressing go to church for confession
Down on my knees begging to God show me the path
My label is jerking me working me so the devil can lurk in me
Sick of n***as b***hing wishing I'd fail
Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel
I'm spitting the version of verses curses over the churches
Rapping mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella
Stop the press
B***h you can't afford that dress you can't afford that hairdo
I don't want your sex here take your fast food
Tim you're dead wrong Tim you're dead rude
Hey girl I don't even know you
Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue
My momma never ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch them savage boos what
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
People like myself only hang with self that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
It's Mag from your TV screen buzzing off the Jim Beam
But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem
I'm a lowdown freak from Chesapeake
See them high school mates I see 'em and don't speak
All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang
Cause I'm doing my thang now you wanna bask in my fame
That's why I stay out the club be in the crib
Smoking a dub counting my cash over the phone
And I'm selling cell phones all with chips
My nine to bloods my Glock to crips who want war
You and your boys can bring the noise
But I'mma bring hand grenades now you're laid
Pull out my d**k piss on your b***ha*s
Sit on your face now you gotta kiss a*s
Who fiend for fame life belong to your fans
And haters and thugs that wanna end your lifespan
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
Since I got bigger
Bigger
I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my n***a
N***a
Like I just figure
Figure
And my tracks didn't help n***as
So for remedy I pound n***as
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
I pocket every demo like Timbaland he's that next n***a
Confirmed by people that she can blow
Convinced Booker T she's the next to go
Now I'm checking every joint and every unit I sold
Once I'm deep in the dough I'm deep with a crew
In the 80's y'all screamed like the movie is through
Y'all screaming this is Nutty Professor Part II
To Eyes Wide Shut to whoever I choose
I can appreciate a Kidman to a Tom Cruise
To a fast food I'm strictly drive through
The money I gave dudes I basically raised fools
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
Even the phone spit it God know what I'm thinking
I'm drinking and smoking and stressing go to church for confession
Down on my knees begging to God show me the path
My label is jerking me working me so the devil can lurk in me
Sick of n***as b***hing wishing I'd fail
Tell 'em Mag be the rap effin Kenan and Kel
I'm spitting the version of verses curses over the churches
Rapping mo' iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella
Stop the press
B***h you can't afford that dress you can't afford that hairdo
I don't want your sex here take your fast food
Tim you're dead wrong Tim you're dead rude
Hey girl I don't even know you
Timbaland we're your first cousin Marion Sue
My momma never ever mentioned you
My momma also told me to watch them savage boos what
People like myself only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
People like myself only hang with self that's the way to go
I can't go outside without finding some new kinfolks
People on my left people on my right all in my earhole
Make me be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go
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