Say You Like Me

Uh, may I take a second to express all that I'm feeling Like a dealer with excess product and a heeler on his leash Tryna get home safely Tryna get on Macy's status In the department of rhyme Tryna reach that Jay-Z status all in a portion of time With 20 proportionate lines All on the copy machine When all of them copying me And all of em cropping the dream And stoppin' the scene from progession But I'm guessin' they like droppin some lean They can't stop you that quickly They can't Glock you and stick me If you and I never coppin' that CREAM In which my pockets is lean, huh So if this is what I drop as a teen They gon' have problems with me Like obesity now cuz in 2 years I'll have that cake like Winestock You can make like Pinesol And scrub your face on the flow If you ain't in my neighborhood I'm just sayin' Would you even give a fuck if I never did this shit Would you even miss it If the masses had dismissed it And gave up on this shit with in a blink of an eye Would you even think of my lines And distinctive refined message Would you figure that I left it Stepped into an office Lept into a coffin Or guestured to a profit To offer my sacrifice Not often I grab a mic but when I did it was Magic like Johnson Would have a response then? I thought not but on top we rock it til the morning and then we rollin like (chorus written by Travis Clark of We The Kings) I'm never going down I'm never giving up I'm never gonna leave So put your hands up If you like me Then say you like me N-U-Fifth to the last letter-O bitch KND CEO it splits Between me and my bro Swerving on this road Like where the fuck do we go Don't got a dollar in my pocket But my hand full of gold It's getting old Hearing hip hop heads sayin' I'm sold When I got that flow Runnin' my city like Albuquerque's HOV I got like 5 homes But none of them bought though Burning so many sticks They call me Domo Arigato Maybe not, but I really do powerball like the lotto My Modern Life Rocko Fuck the neighbours the motto I'm bout to get it ASAP Not like that Pretty Flacko No entourage I feel in charge No money, got women, no cars Some people say that we're next And we'll never rest Til we get the respect No it's not always about the checks So next that you're doubting us Take a second to ponder These kids work harder than Blake, Adam, and fuckin Anders (chorus)