Текст песни PRhyme - To Me, to You

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Niggas be askin' me like, "Man, you took all that time off. I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever you was doin' but, I'm just curious to know how you, how you gonna approach the next shit?" Say, it's the same way I always do, not givin' a fuck! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill, It's probably because you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper. Life's a Picasso painting. Psych! My life's more like an obstacle, ain't it? Like it's something in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it On my way to make me another child support payment. From humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now, And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow, Stayin' at grandma's, huddled in front of the open oven, Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with cameras around. Manic depressed, drawn to my tool, Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less, I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success, And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my fo'-fo' From '94, on my retro kick, before I let you let go clips, I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist, I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits. I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82, Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's boots Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden, I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'. The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin' I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it, That's what I do for my community. Your boo told me what she wanna do to me, Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity. Real nigga! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Venice Dawn] To me, it's what I see, To you, it's what you do. PRhyme! Ha-ha-ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me, Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come niggas ain't real as me?" To me, it's what I see, To you, it's what you do. PRhyme! Ha-ha-ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come niggas ain't real as me?" [Bridge: Royce Da 5'9"] Multiply, multiply, That's what the real niggas do. Multiply, multiply, That's on a real nigga. Yeah! [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Your favorite rapper's up in LIV While I'm on controlled substances, search around my crib for a fuck to give, But I couldn't find it. My notebook should be made of a wooden binder 'Cause that's what my albums be sellin', But I don't give a fuck about nothing but good vagina Long as these niggas call me GOAT, If I don't get through to you, the call failed, 'Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sell. Maybe too lyrical for 'em, The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell, I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail In front of Miley steerin' a giant wreckin' ball. Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom, I don't connect with y'all and these antics, Today you give your life to the game, Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures lookin' like Steve Francis, You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras. About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest, You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the fact, That I'm a rapper and nothin' wack done came out my mouth yet. You're welcome! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Venice Dawn] To me, it's what I see, To you, it's what you do. PRhyme! Ha-ha-ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me, Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come niggas ain't real as me?" To me, it's what I see, To you, it's what you do. PRhyme! Ha-ha-ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come niggas ain't real as me?" [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road Crossin' at the crissroads, The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch mode. I came through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion, The title on the marquee said "Child out of Zion". Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover's lane, Won a great debate against the state about the Mother Plane, He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name, The lightning struck the internet like a screen door in a hurricane. Jay Electricity, baptizin' in Felicity, Where he been the past three years? It's just a mystery. If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me, I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to me. The F in my middle name with the period stands for "Victory", I came from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels Sniffin' blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity, When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery. But everything I knew since the time I began to grew Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories, Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and hitched their wrist to we, Now all praises due to Allah, we seein' crystally. The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the gods, So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, “This shit is hard.” Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular By the unpopular, phantom of the chakras. [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Venice Dawn] To me, it's what I see, To you, it's what you do. PRhyme! Ha-ha-ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me, Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come niggas ain't real as me?" To me, it's what I see, To you, it's what you do. PRhyme! Ha-ha-ha-ha, if I could make niggas as real as me Ha-ha-ha-ha, I'd ask, "How come niggas ain't real as me?"
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