Lyrics

[Intro] Haha! It's there in their eyes Word, look at that eagle, word That shit, look at it's eyes, right there, it's eye Know where it got that from 'em, right? All alone in the room, Frank Rosetta These motherfuckers We're having conventions of a new kind of joke That's with the fresh extraterrestrial brother [Verse] Yeah, tell L.A. Reid I ain't a pop star From the back streets, I'm a block star Signin' mumble rappers, now they got y'all Settin' niggas back like a cop car I'm with Nas now, I'm a snack now Got a few chips, and I'm wise now Know they heard 'bout me, got they eyes now Just when you thought the city died down I'm back in this bitch, like a investor I'm comin' at 'em, I get molecular Look at the form, I weathered the storm Seen many flows, all of 'em borin' We from the belly, y'all gotta feed us Dope by the ounces, and I'm a liter I could delete us, sucka, the leader Of the new school, I'm actually cool I'm used shy, I feel like a pimp though Ayy, it's like I'm brushing my teeth Why? I spit what I meant, ho Ayy, nine times out of ten, she just want to get in Stro mental That's why I beat it, then beat it, ayy I need the check like I'm Nike, yeah I need the boost like Adidas, wait 'Member when the club used to tell me shoot? Backstage, had to sneak us Shit is a cycle, I'm feelin' washed I'm tired of bein' in the bleachers Tired of all these niggas sleepin' Like a mattress got mad tricks Like a young magician to the competition If I diss a peer, bet he disappear If I disinfect, leave him desolate All these building's slow, they don't get it yet All these new suits fuckin' up the game Pull they tie, choke 'em like I'm Ving Rhames It's the return of the baby boy Back in the mix like a stem, ayy I rep the East 'til the end, Stro It's nice to meet you again, yeah