See Me (feat. Wiz Khalifa & B.o.B) [Acapella]

This, this, this, this one of them ones
Yeah, Tech N9ne!
Turn me up a little bit more, Ben
So I can rock this the right way, brother, okay
If you got 2020 vision
You can see Nina handlin' this music with precision
If not, then it's fine with me
Just know this movement is vivid enough for the blind to see, Yates

How in the hell can you miss me?
When I'm counting me mil' making history
Trip the splits be that 50-50
So we rip the script swiftly and zip through chips quickly
When the trash, mail, and pizza man see me
They get a fever and cheesy when they see the man Neezy
I'm easily beast and my hand is in my belt
What? I'm independent and I'm feeling myself

A flunk, I won't be
I bumps the trunks, see
The ladies pop the monkey and drop the donkey
They want to flaunt me
My songs be funky
Steady getting that cheddar forever
But some people acting like they don't see

I'm top dog (top), something like a CEO (yeah)
I'm calling shots (yeah), call it Don Julio (hey)
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
All night (all night), life like a video (a video)
Prime time (hey), something like a Super Bowl
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
(They, they can't, they, they can't, they can't) but they don't really see me though

With contact lenses, say he don't smoke
I'm rolling up and let the contact get him
He even choked
My approach was to never to be broke
Kept my real n- close
Now the player turned to coach

I hear people saying, why so many changes?
Why so many watches? Why so many chains?
I'm mixing Kush with all these different strains
Riding in my Porsche listening to Purple Rain
So much knowledge I came up on, you just a Hollywood insider
The inside of my crib look like a gym

Speaking of gym, I'm in the game, you're just a bench rider
You ride the bench, that mean you ain't playing
You understand, hella fans
Bunch of hands, hundred grands, that's the plan
Wizzle Man!

I'm top dog (top), something like a CEO (yeah)
I'm calling shots (yeah), call it Don Julio (hey)
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
All night (all night), life like a video (a video)
Prime time, something like a Super Bowl
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
(They, they can't, they, they can't, they can't) but they don't really see me though

I'm truly blessed
I do request for all of you people to listen
I do see checks and movie sets
And never been a stranger to vixens
Pick up the pen, it's in my gut to win
I got a motive, and I'm in it with a mission
You know what I'ma get it when I dip into it
I've get through it, I've been a fighter with a vision

You can cover your eye, brother, but why?
'Cause your lady just discovered that my
Big rubber defies your lover blubber
So you utter replies with a tougher disguise

'Cause my payday done caught the nose of your lady
I'm at the beginning of my hay-day
Y'all better recognize like Mayday!
I don't know why jokers just won't let their eyes notice
Deep in my vocals, they keep yelling that I'm doper (aah)
And I'll choke ya if your lips deny flow
So just buy jokes
You know couldn't see me with bi-vocals

I'm top dog (top), something like a CEO (yeah)
I'm calling shots (yeah), call it Don Julio (hey)
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
All night (all night), life like a video (a video)
Prime time (hey), something like a Super Bowl
(They, they, they, they) but they don't really see me though
(They, they can't, they, they can't, they can't) but they don't really see me though



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons, Christopher James Gholson, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Aaron Dontez Yates
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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