Versuri 07. People Like Myself

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 ear hole 
Make 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 ear hole 
Make 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 low-down freak from sea peak 
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'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid 
 
Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass 
Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass 
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 ear hole 
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go 
 
Since I got bigger I'm over here and y'all recite Tim's my nigga 
Like I just figure and my tracks didn't help niggaz 
So for remedy I pound niggaz 
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new jigga 
 
Like them forty-two girbauds 
I pocket every demo, like Timbaland, he's that next nigga 
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 2' 
 
To  eyes wide shut to whoever I choose 
I can appreciate a kid man 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 ear hole 
Make 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 niggaz bitching, wishing I'd fail 
Tell 'em Mag be the rap Eeffin Kenan and Kel 
I'm spitting the version of verses curses over the churches 
Rapping more iller than thriller Manila and give you salmonella 
 
Stop, the press 
Bitch, 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 ear hole 
Make 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 ear hole 
Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go