Simba lyrics

by

Curtis Mayfield


[Intro]
Yeah
It's Fayettenam, n*gga
Yeah
It's for the Ville, n*gga, uh

[Verse]
Straight out the Ville and I made it, like a villain I'm hated
I see 'em grillin', I ate it though, finna blow—inflatable
That's undebatable, uh, I'm givin' n*ggas
Food for thought, the flow is catered, yo, I'm never faded though
Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the dough related, ho
It's like my only son, where I go, he comes
n*ggas dumb to be braggin' 'bout that stupid sh*t
Nah, I don't stunt on n*ggas, I show 'em how to do this sh*t, I'm somethin' like the
Light-skin version of the very same baby
That The Virgin Mary raised, that's word to e'rything
n*gga, life a scary game but I'm playin', you sucker n*ggas
Lie in e'rything that ya sayin', shame on y'all
You tryna ball with the game on pause
A n*gga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draw
f*ck you n*ggas, but this ain't raw dog, I got protection
Lethal weapons and they aim on y'all, I'm like the man on mars;
I'm high as hell, watch me blow like I exhaled
I excel in this rap sh*t 'cause y'all spittin' that wack sh*t
Now every n*gga suddenly be rappin' 'bout that trap sh*t
So while you n*ggas copycat the cats that made classics
I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats
And the rhymes, I'm rappin' for the freaks and the dimes
And I shine like a motherf*ckin' diamond
You shine like a motherf*ckin' dime, that's word to my mom
I don't mind if you n*ggas hate, just know you hatin'
On that n*gga, n*gga get it straight, I'm spittin' hungry like
Ain't sh*t up on my dinner plate, the kind of flow that
Make a n*gga hyperventilate, uh, see, let me demonstrate
I grew up with nothin', it hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a n*gga ever seen around was Huxtable
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzle for
Look how the buzz'll grow, ballin' 'til the buzzer blow
Man, I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nuttin' funny, f*ck a joke
I'm gettin' money 'til my pockets need a tummy tuck, I hope
You n*ggas woke now, impermanently send you to hell
You meet the devil, sign a permanent lease, word on the streets
Is I'm the prince n*gga, check the splendor, and I can't wait
To be the King, n*gga: young Simba, word on the streets
Is I'm the Prince n*gga, check the splendor, and I can't wait
To be the king, n*gga: young Simba, n*gga, yeah
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