[Intro - Fabolous] Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus [Fabolous] I aint mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin Sorta like some clear diamonds I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly I aint pussy, so I wont allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic But Im fucking like Im tryna take down Chamberlains record And the girls more than like you, when you running run Doing world tours like Michael, but girls sure dont like you You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick Im on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six You can look at this rider, and see Im on the come-up Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I dont see em with they thumb up I just turn the system up and keep boppin I never get, where Im tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection Dont they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction Thats why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection Till Im in a joint made for correction And right now, the way rapper biness spread It wouldnt even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga [Paul Cain] Since Im in the position to get rich, Ima get it Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it (Nigga you know) and dont try to act like the truth aint apparent Im on a mission to get richer, its as simple as that I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back I get you murdered if I think you a wrap Cause if you dont show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at And you dont know how much I been through, in fact I never did like you, I aint even gon pretend wit you cats And Im the nicest, I aint gotta say it twice and repeat it Im a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated Ima draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it My Deserts the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when Im leavin You dont know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW! [Outro - Paul Cain] And the bad part about it is man, haha Im only twenty years old man And Im just havin fun Man I aint even tryin man Desert Storms youngest, and in charge man Paul Cain, man Yo Fab man, you aint even gotta go hard man I got these niggas man Clue! Holla at cha boy Skatin Dolla Duro! its our year man Desert Storm, we gon kill niggas man You already know what it is Its a hocide man Stop "Street Dreamin"
Artist: Fabolous Paul Cain
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