Now y'all gon' put a nigga in the sauce, nigga.
Nigga,
put a nigga in the sauce,
nigga,
now,
nigga.
Feel me, nigga?
Y'all act like y'all don't know we ballin' right here,
nigga.
We been ridin' blaze, nigga.
J.D.
Thomas ridin' blaze.
We been doin' that, nigga.
Feel that.
Nigga,
this the realest * I wrote right here,
nigga.
Nigga, I'm being like me, nigga.
My own style, nigga.
My own label, nigga.
I ain't signing with y'all.
* y'all, nigga.
Gotta be me, nigga.
Y'all write real *, nigga.
Gotta be me.
Gotta be me.
Gotta be me.
Nigga,
you ought to see these niggas when I perform,
nigga.
This y'all right here.
Nigga, you gotta see this nigga.
Nigga,
talkin' down,
but niggas ain't feelin' it.
Y'all don't see me, nigga.
We got ten shows a week and it ain't nothing but seven days.
See ya later.
Y'all don't know what niggas talkin' about,
nigga.
Just watch this.
It's a choice, nigga.
Number two, nigga.
That's right.
Six foot one on a digital scale.
I'm a metal star and a man is rare.
And I'm all about my meal like a man in jail.
I wonder if I put my tape by a can in sale.
I'm in time,
and I tell how many copies gets sold.
At night I pray, Lord, God, that I lit a ghetto.
Cause half my homeboys already dead.
And the other half doin' time in the field.
I'm like the symphony in the field.
I'm playin' ball for the penny.
And if I fall behind,
I start from the beginning.
They say practice ain't perfect and it really pay off.
I'm my own boss now, so I can't get laid off.
And I'm gonna take the same dip no matter what it takes.
And I won't stop rhymin' no matter how much I make.
Boy,
if I'm rich or broke,
I'ma still crack jokes.
And I never chew my words.
Gotta be me, nigga.
Lil' Flip.
Freestyle King.
Ain't tryin' to be nothin' else but rich.
Rich.
Rich.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Just gotta make it rain.
Make it rain.
Make it rain.
I'm just tryin'
to make it rain.
Make it rain.
Cause I got a little change.
I ain't gonna let my head roll.
Cause I got a little pain.
After my curvin' dive,
I ain't got a split of strings.
I know the block is tight.
Chest gets a little lean.
People be boutta dream about goin' to Hollywood.
But in the outfits I drink Pober Lane.
It's a Hollywood.
And I just gotta be me.
Me. Me. Me.
And
I'm gonna stay fuckin' free as a bird.
Free.
Free.
Baby, I'm on a nigga chase.
I got a man's purse so I'ma take a race.
A lotta kids around the world wanna take my place.
Oh,
mama said,
boy,
don't let nobody take your space.
That's why I pay a ten checks on Pocket C. It ain't the only but I'm bein' all I can be.
So every day I shop like I got a lottery.
I'm Lil' Flip.
That's the only man I gotta be.