(Uhh) Definitely what they been waitin for (you already know, yeah)
At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)
Anyway (hahahaha)
Can I talk my shit? (talk that shit)
Sure I can (talk that shit, talk that shit)
Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin' about it anyway, a-ha-ha!
(Talk that shit, talk that shit, Jada talk that shit, oh!)
You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)
Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue forty-caliber
Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger
And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin' out
Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought
Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that
Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
Play with the hand you was dealt
That's why I ride the track 'til it melt
I could care less how you feel, how you felt
I done spent niggaz rent money on belts
Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin' for the wealth
And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin' else
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You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else!)
Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else!)
And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin else!)
I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else!)
Hahh (I'm somethin' else!) Ah-ha! (I'm somethin' else!)
C.T.E. nigga, yeah!
Yeah! Let's go
I ain't even did nothin', feelin' like I'm traffickin'
See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African
Speakin' of my chain, yeah it need to get a job
Get the f*ck up off my neck, Senator Barack
Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught
That stash get low, ya ass might get bought
Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin' else
I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin' else
That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday
Suffocate a nigga about mines, J. Holiday
Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday
It's why I'm strapped three sixty five, even holidays, yeah!
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Yo, it hurts cause they know that I'm better, and they hate it
They came in with my whole style, and they made it
The dope boys love me in the hood, I'm they favorite
In the jails, niggaz is makin' bets I'ma say shit
Hands-on with certified G's
Have your whole family missin' for thirty five G's, please
I perfected my craft from a different aspect
So the bars is lethal and the voice is a asset
And as far as the people, they ain't finish the class yet
I'm beyond these feeble-mind rappers that half step
I don't carve the way, for these niggaz like Aztecs
I touch souls, somethin's felt; yeah, I'm somethin' else
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