[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
Cheah, uh, what? What?
It's like, I'm like, we like, hey, Khrysis
It's like, I'm like, we like
I'm like, hey yo, Murs, I really miss you on this baby
[Verse 1]
Well it's Rapper, Pooh, chill type fellow
Like to play the cut, observe, be mellow
n*ggas want to test the boy, they want to mess with boy
I tell 'em "Not tonight, my n*gga, hello"
I got a chip on my shoulder bigger than a boulder
I swear I told you or warned you son, I'm not the one!
When you see me comin to the booth
Your best bet, just reverse pivot and run
Top dog, I'm a son of a who, wanna run with the crew?
Told you we the illest there is
J-Lizzy always handle they biz, I got no time for these kids
Who gonna pout cause I ain't speak to him
When I talk, it sound Greek to them
Cause homie I don't protest
So f*ck you, I ain't tryna be friends
Better yet, I'm the realest that come
Like hel-i-um, on the rise, bout to be the one!
[Hook]
People wanna stop my shine
And they wanna take what's mine
Ever since I came out the gate n*ggas
Suck on the kid and they wonder why I hate n*ggas
n*ggas see me doing my thing
They wanna be a part of my team
And they wonder why I stay on the low
To avoid fake n*ggas tryna steal my glow
[Verse 2]
And this is for anybody not checking for me
Or the cats from the League, or the state of NC
We put it down like, or get around like
Shock G when he playin Humpty
And now these chickens getting wet to hump me
I guess I got to go and make "Groupies Pt. 3"
So pardon me for my foul demeanour
Ever since The Listening, Pooh's got a lot meaner
I seen her, and she ain't pretty
The other side of the dream when it do get gritty
Random n*ggas wanna cling to your side, and family members arise
Who you ain't heard from since five
I wish, you can get a closer look in my eyes
And realise this is pain brewin from the inside
But my pride won't let me quit
And I'm the man that I am just because of it, biatch!
[Hook]
[Outro]
What up, Khrysis in the house
My n*gga, O-Dash, in the house
My man, Young Chris, in the house
Uncle Joc in this b*tch and we turn it out
My man, Phonte, in the house
My n*gga, 9th DUB, in the house
My people, Big Dho, in the house
V. Poe in this b*tch and we turn it out
Yeah, it's Sleepers n*gga, young Khrysis on the boards
Young Guru, what up
Von Pea, what up
Brainchild, what up
All y'all n*ggas, what up
Nicolay, what up