Did I Ever Tell You?

[Verse One: YZ] Did I ever tell you I was a rock star? Audi’s & Benz’s all park in my garage Two friends that come over for manage a trois Some real niggas that make up my entourage You see me singing this thing you think it’s all mirage I got a castle on the hill the game is all panache A big suite in the front for my ma ma ma And big screens so I can see some Sha Na Na A indoor pool to dive in I keep it warm Your game’s a turn off B see mine I keep it on You play in this game and sleep it will so you wrong You got to gorilla this thing I’m a show you all That hiatus I was on I was stacking chips I let the weak fall off came back when I was fit In shape now Mayweather of this rap thing Ain’t no mistaking my moves see I’m the rap King I’m instrumental to the rap Game I’m monumental Go do you history B go check on my credentials I let y'all eat I hope you had a good meal It’s braggadocio shit but see it’s all for real [Hook] {x4} Did I ever tell you I was a Rock Star? [Verse Two: Slug] Did I ever tell you I was a Rock Star? Throwing up and passing out in back of cop cars Somewhere between dirtball & avant garde You heard the rumors Slug showed up and bought the bar Read about me in the magazines The tabloids want to know what happening Doing anything to get my hands on that cream Then burn it up like my limousine gasoline Fuck love tell me what I need a wifey for I go on tour cause the groupies all like me more I’m like a whore girl now bite the floor Won’t even tell you bout the story from the night before Watch me study me see me fly I don’t care man I swear I’m a reach the sky Everybody hates life but I feel alright Stay bent cause my management keeps me high Got enough charisma to pass the test She gonna smile while I autograph the breast Paparazzi better step back and show respect Or I’m a sock the damn camera man in his neck Look mama I’ve reached my goals First class suites and hoes Cars and links and rings and clothes With my fame and my fortune who needs to sew Oh [Hook] [Verse Three: Brother Ali] Quick Question Did I ever tell you I was a Rock Star? You never quite get it right I’m a rap Star Kangol bucket half cocked listening to Ad Rock Four letter fast talk, dripping out my chatter box No bank account in my name I got a stash box 20 grand underneath the mattress and a black Glock I’m the have nots mascot everyday plan and plot Trying to get my hands on what the haves got Ah I ain’t rich but I’m bad and enjoy the shit out the lil’ bit that I have I know I got it all never kissing no ass And punching time clocks is just a thing of the past Blame Rhymesayers for creating a monster True official Rock Star amongst you impostors Turned down the sponsors turned up my collar If I make a jam about you best believe you’ll win an Oscar Charles D Dutton you nuts Cause I do it out of nothing but my love and respect But if I love the way I catch a publishing check Can’t blame a star for shining what the fuck you expect You know I’m globally known but the more that I roam The more that they support at home Got a life size poster in the store that we own Lit up on Hennepin so I can always be shown Couple rap legends like to blow up my phone I ain’t sold out nothing but the shows that I’ve thrown Permanent soul glowing I'm holding my own I’m in The Source and The Rolling Stone Now let me tell you bout me Ah [Hook]