1st Verse
Ladies and Gents, Players and Pimps listen
to this politician in these limited-edition Adidas
Looking right on my size 9's
and the stripes on the side, they match my state of mind
thats interior designed by, greats of our time
they forever hold a place in the space of my mind
from 'Everlasting Bass' to Tribe's 'Check the Rhime'
You can trace my lineage from a vine to a pine
I used to sell mixtapes back in 99,
now i throw it on a blog for the millions online
the millions online bootleg it, thats fine
but it ends up in the hands of listeners worldwide
the listeners worldwide willing to drop dimes
so promoters fly us out and show us a good time
I hit the stage, get paid - - Wait. I GET PAID, hit the stage, then you know I'm on my way

Hook
You probably think this song is all about you
Cause in your own world, it's all about you
You dudes too concerned with the sh*t that we do
Quit sticking out your hands my nigga, we aint cool
Cause in the Real World, it's all about me
Inglewood City and the FCC
I'm high like them angels that fly above me
whatever shall pass, it what it shall be,
so let's talk about it

2nd Verse
Out here in Los Angeles with the lost and jealous
word to my BC fam for the credit
I feel it in the air, my dawgs all smell it
but we dont get stressed my nig, or inhale it
I'm on a mountain high, and I'ma go tell it
you blaming us for hating but y'all chumps sell it
You throw it on the front porch so people can get it,
read the front page, and gossip on who did it
that same ol same, message to the lames
that keep shruggin they shoulders when they ask whos to blame
they thinking they're colder, but we spit that blue flame
and the only 'L' I ever took is the one in my name.

Hook
You probably think this song is all about you
Cause in your own world, it's all about you
You dudes too concerned with the sh*t that we do
Quit sticking out your hands my nigga, we aint cool
Cause in the Real World, it's all about me
Inglewood City and the FCC
I'm high like them angels that fly above me
whatever shall pass, it what it shall be,
so let's talk about it

3rd Verse
Drenched in champagne like I just won the pennant
cause life is like a game played in the 9th inning
they put me in the box, but time is suspended
so I take a step out and think about where I'm hitting
I visualize the crowd, the clouds, the distance,
heighten my senses, and motion to the fences
watch as I strike fear in the hearts of these pitches
whether they from Label A&Rs or the pitchers
young barry bonds my performance is ridiculous
you'll think that its some synthetic serum in my sentence
I mustve had that incredible hulk vial, smash a beat hulk-style
your fav producers gettin choked out/
lil mama got curves wit a coke smile,
said she kicked it wit some birds but she grown now,
put her on the team so she got goals now, and that's my werd we takin care of home POW!/

Hook
You probably think this song is all about you
Cause in your own world, it's all about you
You dudes too concerned with the sh*t that we do
Quit sticking out your hands my nigga, we aint cool
Cause in the Real World, it's all about me
Inglewood City and the FCC
I'm high like them angels that fly above me
whatever shall pass, it what it shall be,
so let's talk about it