(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

Huh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, look, uh

I wake up shakin', sweatin' out my sleep

dreamin' 'bout them hats

Praying 'bout my love life, they say karma comin' back

But that love I get stupid

I catch Cupid, get him whacked (Grrah)

And make sure he's dead for real this time

Everything that I go through

I just keep it all to myself (Yeah)

Niggas say they wanted smoke 'til

we gave they ass the belt (Yeah)

Uh, pretty red bitch a real slime

she went to a nigga when she left

I ain't bragging 'bout it, I ain't trippin'

I was in that situation mysеlf, uh

Hundred thousand dollar dog tag around my neck

It say young Michael in bеtween

bitch keep asking what it mean

In arenas, bitch, I'm Jordan

to my fans, bitch, I'm Jackson (Yeah)

In the streets, bitch, I'm Corleone

I ask them boys, "What's happening? "

You know my face card super clean

never burn no bridges (Yeah)

Youngin ran up them millions

brought it right back to the trenches (Yeah)

Ask about us in the world, they say we sell the most tickets

Ask about us in the city

bet they say we stood on business (Grrah)

Yeah, you'll probably never see me

But you can call me if you need me

Being who I am ain't that easy

Even though I make it look so easy

Okay, and all of the pain'll drive you insane

Through all of the pain, I stay true to this game

True, I dot my I's, I cross my T's

I stack my pape', stay out the way

Make sure lawyers get paid

Yeah, we fighting murders and all

We jumping hurdles and all

Go and ask about 'em, they'll tell you, nigga

You're super involved, you're super involved

Yeah, you're super involved

I'm talking 'bout, you see what I'm saying?

See, see to the, to the arenas thing, I might be

I might be Michael Jordan or somethin', you heard me?

And to, and to my fans

I might be Michael Jackson or somethin', you know?

Yeah, and round the way, I might be

I might be Michael Corleone or somethin', yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Super involved