Get On My Level
Sit back, hold on, put your feet on the floor
Books can't hold the information
You really don't know what you're in for
on how to understand this situation
Nothing is realer than life itself
Never had a daddy or even a father
Oh, my daddy left, put that shit on the shelf
Mama wasn't there so why bother?
With that old silly act about what I missed
Too late now, up to me to do this shit
Ain't waiting on a gift or the 1st of the month
True Pinky shit! is how we ballin son
Got that all around, lay it down, multi-talented shit
Willing to do whatever, gotta pay the rent
Throw down on the grub, do one or two stints
Do a little styles for a while till I get that bit
Just enough to stack up my dough into cake
Make my hunger pains go away, strive to make it rich
Not fortunes into platinum or a diamond plate
If you really wanna know how I get down,
Shut your mouth open your ears, as I teach for a while.
Nothing will be avoided at best
When it's time to put yo' balls to the test
What it is you have to get what you want
Without cause or have to perform to front.
You'll never understand that it's the principle nature
Of just how to be an millennium player
In a game to make sure you get a hello
Of what you got to do to get on my level.