Ignorant Shit Lyrics
Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight
It`s been a moment since I`ve done some public speaking
I find nowadays it`s, you know, best to keep quietBut, uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out
Young Angel and Young Lion, you know what it is
Uh, look, I`m the property of October
I ain`t drive here, I got chauffeured
Bring me champagne flutes, rosé and some shots over
I think better when I`m not sober
I smoke goodie, no glaucoma, I`m a stockholder
Private flights back home, no stop over
Still spittin` that shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I`m the Group of Seven
A migraine, take two Excedrin
I`m the one twice over, I`m the new eleven
And if I die I`ma do it reppin`, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyein` me all hard
And lyin` to they girls and drivin` the same cars
Sittin` there wishin` their problems became ours
‘Cause we have nothin` in common since I done became star
I done became bigger, swervin`, writin` in my peers` lane
Same dudes that used to holler my engineer`s name
One touch, I could make the drapes and the sheers change
And show me the city that I without fear claim
What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out, baby, word to Chuck Inglish
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers
My song is your girlfriend`s waking-up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or whatever
She be here at six in the morn` if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
`Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could figure
How to get these label heads to offer him good figures
And me doin` the shows gettin` everyone nervous
`Cause them hipsters gon` have to get along
With them hood niggas
It`s all good, I`m goin` off like lights when the show`s over
Make pasta, rent a movie, call hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath Ledger, but I`m no joker
I`ll slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on your table, nigga, no coaster
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Burn bread everyday, boy, no toaster
G and Tez got a SIG, but I`m no smoker
They just handin` chips to me, nigga, no poker
I`m with it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier
My cup runneth over
The same niggas I ball with, I fall with
On some southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, `06 Chris Paul shit
D-R., CJ, and Po, I see y`all
These cases don`t work out, I hope we can agree on
Makin` enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First thing I`ma do is free Weezy, go
And I`d take probation
I don`t want that T.I. and Vick vacation
Private plane, pick location
I`m goin` to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, I don`t stunt, I stunt hard
And if the food ain`t on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me young Roy
Jones Jr. fightin` the drugs and gun charge
Shit, don`t leave me unguarded
And I`m a cheesehead, word to Vince Lombardi
Word to Marky Mark, leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like it`s retarded
Red light on it like it`s recording
I ain`t recordin`, I`m just C-4in`
My currency foreign, we are in a league they aren`t
Better dig in your pocket and pay homage
Better cover your eyes, your face fallin`
Watch the game from the side, I`m play callin`
No, I didn`t say that I`m flawless
But I damn sure don`t tarnish
My pistol got comments for your garments
I`m so high I can vomit on a comet
K-Y, no homo, I`m on it
Weezy F Baby, new born bitch
You know what they say `bout when your palm itch
I`m gon` get money, money I`m gon` get
Young Money in your tummy and we gon` shit
And get that toilet paper quick, like when Bones spit
That`s right, bitch, I`m back on my grown shit
That Audemars Piguet, no ice, just chrome shit
And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit
I scream, "Fuck the world with a long dick!"
Motherfucker, I`m me! Yeah, bitch, I`m me!
You niggas sweet, like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman burn down your entire street
So fly I`ma take off when I leap
Bye! And you can suck my wings
Stand on my money, headbutt Yao Ming
Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things
I`m shufflin` the cards, `bout to cut my queens
But I ain`t the dealer
House full of bitches like Tila Tequila
Yeah, I`m the man in the mirror
My swagger just screamin`, motherfucker, do you hear her?
Yeah, Drizzy Drake what the lick read?
We make magic, boy, Roy and Siegfried
Wooh, Young Mula, baby
Yeah
