Reagan Era

Can't play the backfield no more

I just don't... belong... oh

Member of a fly society

Styles I got several varieties

As a childless god memorizin

Scarface in it's... Motherfucka you knoww

For all of the bitches I

Might take home

Spray my shirt down

Dolce & Gabbana cologne

Comin down like my homeboys

From Houston

Got my celly on silent

I'm ignorin my phone

Diamonds, Diamonds on my band

Cause that's right where they belong

Like a trumpet or some symbols

Or a set of trombones

Your bitch chose to roam

In a Spitta zone

Now your drunk watchin E.T.

Wishing she phone home

But deep in your heart

You know what she wants

Cause I'm a different type of nigga

And that's just what she wants

Groundbreaking, Dr. Jay's first dunk

Stealing bases Willy Mayes I'm gone

Can't play the backfield no more

I just don't think that's where I belong

I do better on my own

Swag crucial, Honestly

It gotta be cause niggas that

You listenin to probably

Stole his style from me

Betta, neva, I come up with

Something betta, have to catch

An elevator all the way up to my level

Playin Metal Gear Solid

On the playstation 3 for 6 hours

My girl in the bedroom sleeping

I'm not tired, I would call over

A couple of my pilots

But them niggas live, they don't

Know how to be quiet

Shorty gonna wake up and come up

In here wildin, hollerin like Keisha did

Tommy, If you ain't see Belly

You don't nothin about it

What else can you tell me

But my flow so [? ]

Cook it up a notch with the rhymin

Trynna bury spitta in the grave

At the bottom, climed up out it

Knock you in the same hole

Stand on top it

Consistent flow, Currensy the hot-spitta

So on topic

Other niggas lost they need to see

The golden compass

Brother I'm a boss like Ross

Spitta nigga hot like sauce

At the And One game breakin

Motherfuckas off

I had a good job I thought

But I could'ntget along with the

People in charge I grab my timecard

Punched out, I'm off

Soft-spoken but a nigga not soft

Not at all real niggas stand tall

For something

Make sure I don't fall for nothing

In this game, it's pain for

The up and coming

No handouts cause

Niggas don't owe you nothing

Gotta do it for dolo

Flashbacks to the conversation

Took place between Faith and Monolo

The world chico and everything in it

I said it, I meant it

I get it, I spend it

Comfortable living till a motherfucker finished

If I'm in it then you know it's not kidding

If I'm in it know it got a nice engine

You could be a mile away

And still hear it

That's classic american muscle

Stole my bitches numbers and a ipod shuffle

I call her over to cut her

You call her over to cuddle

Knock youself out boy

You can't knock my hustle

I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks

Labels offering checks

For a million bucks

Ask Roddie if he thought

A million was enough

He said yes cause he can

Hit the streets and triple it up

I'm a member of a fly society

Styles I got several varieties

As childless God memorizin

Scarface in it's entirety

'80s drug era inspired me

That's why I dress how I dress

Walk how I walk

That's why I rep what I rep

Talk how I talk

Two rope chains both of them gold

I got a swagga like I just came home woah

I'm a member of a fly society

Styles I got several varieties

As childless God memorizin

Scarface in it's entirety

'80s drug era inspired me

That's why I dress how I dress

Walk how I walk

That's why I rep what I rep

Talk how I talk

Two rope chains both of them gold

I got a swagga like I just came home woah

Where haven't we been yet (Where haven't we been yet)

Motherfucka You Know

You see them airplanes...