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Monkey see monkey do follow this when I cue youThe mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spellHell 'cause I'm f-you-n-k-whySuckers try to flex I say why oh why'cause I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly partyNow and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip bacardiBut if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunesWaitin' for the payday, it's coming soonBrooklyn is my home, better yet my war zoneWhy did I say that? 'cause it's a mutherfuckin' factKids around the way know what's up, they can't frontKids are getting' smoked up like bluntsAll over nonsense brothers die constantI'm looking for an answer, I can't find itI think we need a little help, wordBrothers gotta find knowledge of selfI got mad knowledge of selfYou gotta get with knowledge of selfRighteous I live, give props to my momPops raised me like a oner never settled for smallerI am a prince in this land, not 'cause I have a grandGot knowledge in my domeIn command of my life, never ever live trifeThanks to my man fifty grand money SpikeLetras de cancionesNow I'm on my road to riches and bitchesThe world of fake hugs and fake ass kissesGirlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?I don't give a damn anyway, hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any dayBut anyway enough about thatI think it's about time for drip to rip the rapLet me pause for the cause 'cause the chorus comes firstAnd with the quickness the verse will disperse, like thatI got mad knowledge of selfYou gotta get with knowledge of selfSome brothers think they're it when they really ain't shitTalkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thickBut c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin' hardBorrowed the ride from momWhat's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya pleasin'?You lack self-esteem so you try to front and creamBut that ain't workin' 'cause I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're such a foolI keep a stern face as you're fakin' moves"I'm this I'm that I'm hip I'm phat"Know what you are? Wick wick wack!A brother with no colour 'cause all I see is greyIf you knew who you were this road you would not playAround the way I must stay with my peopleChill at some clubs, though that was lethalNow I got my mental health, wordI got mad knowledge of self From Letras Mania