Album : Da Realist
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Not a typical nigga bruh
Boy I think I'm finna go all the way in on this one
One thang about me homeboy I don't play no muthafuckin' games
You better understand me playa, yeah

May never see me on the cover of a magazine
'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen
Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me
I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree

They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see
But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets
Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?

Kept it muthafuckin' gutta from day one
Right now homie the streets where I run
How am I this hot, no award I ain't won?
'Cause I ain't a industry nigga alright son

But you will pay me for what I've done
Keep ya industry relationships 'cause I don't want none
Don't want the fame of this shit you can have hun'
Shoulda just a took the money and just run

That's how a real nigga play it where I'm from
Stay and get the whole thang and then sum
I done sold gold, what's next platinum?
Done sold over a million records, ain't that som'?

May never see me on the cover of a magazine
'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen
Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me
I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree

They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see
But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets
Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?

Nigga since me everybody body claiming real
Most you niggas pussy that's how I feel
To be the best rapper you gotta tell lies
So I couldn't be that 'cause I don't fantasize

How you cookin' dope you wearin' suites 'n' ties
This industry a joke choosin' ain't publicized
Since I don't go to your parties you don't fuck wit Plies
To all my fans I apologize

They want me to cross over, fuck that side
I'm just a real nigga out of Ft. Myers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive

Not one my third album, is you surprised?
Worth my investment ask, ask Atlantic Records
Do I let shit slide, ringtone number's 1.5

May never see me on the cover of a magazine
'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen
Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me
I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree

They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see
But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets
Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?

Corporate scared of me 'cause I ain't safe
They don't know what the fuck what I might say
Them the type of games that they play
I don't wear tight jeans and I don't rock shades

I'm a trend setter, I go my own way
How many artists on radio that the streets praise?
You can stop countin' question was easy
Ever heard a nigga that say fuck me?

Nigga either a rapper or he wannabe
Just want me to kill em on dawg G.P
They say I ain't lyrical, well I'm sorry B
Dropped out of college ain't earned my degree

But at my bank they love me
His favorite rapper ain't hot he mad at me
I can make 'em hot for a small fee
The streets don't want em I'm sorry

May never see me on the cover of a magazine
'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen
Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me
I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree

They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see
But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets
Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?
Not a typical nigga bruh   Boy I think I'm finna go all the way in on this one   One thang about me homeboy I don't play no muthafuckin' games   You better understand me playa, yeah      May never see me on the cover of a magazine   'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen   Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me   I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree      They say I'm too gutta homie for TV   I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see   But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets   Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?      Kept it muthafuckin' gutta from day one   Right now homie the streets where I run   How am I this hot, no award I ain't won?   'Cause I ain't a industry nigga alright son      But you will pay me for what I've done   Keep ya industry relationships 'cause I don't want none   Don't want the fame of this shit you can have hun'   Shoulda just a took the money and just run      That's how a real nigga play it where I'm from   Stay and get the whole thang and then sum   I done sold gold, what's next platinum?   Done sold over a million records, ain't that som'?      May never see me on the cover of a magazine   'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen   Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me   I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree      They say I'm too gutta homie for TV   I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see   But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets   Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?      Nigga since me everybody body claiming real   Most you niggas pussy that's how I feel   To be the best rapper you gotta tell lies   So I couldn't be that 'cause I don't fantasize      How you cookin' dope you wearin' suites 'n' ties   This industry a joke choosin' ain't publicized   Since I don't go to your parties you don't fuck wit Plies   To all my fans I apologize      They want me to cross over, fuck that side   I'm just a real nigga out of Ft. Myers   I got principles nigga that's what I live by   Ain't had rap feature and I'm still alive      Not one my third album, is you surprised?   Worth my investment ask, ask Atlantic Records   Do I let shit slide, ringtone number's 1.5      May never see me on the cover of a magazine   'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen   Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me   I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree      They say I'm too gutta homie for TV   I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see   But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets   Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?      Corporate scared of me 'cause I ain't safe   They don't know what the fuck what I might say   Them the type of games that they play   I don't wear tight jeans and I don't rock shades      I'm a trend setter, I go my own way   How many artists on radio that the streets praise?   You can stop countin' question was easy   Ever heard a nigga that say fuck me?      Nigga either a rapper or he wannabe   Just want me to kill em on dawg G.P   They say I ain't lyrical, well I'm sorry B   Dropped out of college ain't earned my degree      But at my bank they love me   His favorite rapper ain't hot he mad at me   I can make 'em hot for a small fee   The streets don't want em I'm sorry      May never see me on the cover of a magazine   'Cause I ain't willin' to kiss ass to be seen   Corporate mad at me 'cause they can't fuck me   I'm who these hataz hate to the third degree      They say I'm too gutta homie for TV   I'm who these white folks don't want they kids to see   But I'm the new owner of these fuckin' streets   Go by the name of Plies, have you heard of me?
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