Think I Am

Check
Check, check
Yeah

Look fam', you could be the man
Got young chicks moving mad grams on Peter Pan
I'm not blind, I can see the scam
You talk tough, but y'all a bunch of girls like the Cheetah band

I'm a leader and, you a follower
Your goal hollow and your ho' was a swallower
She put it down like a report
But her box smell like South Street Seaport

What a odor black, in fact
When I got her in the sack jack boy, I couldn't hold her back
'Cause her bottom is, thick like a hippopotamus
Tramp stamp on her lower back
See, I know the facts, the hoe filled me in
Her best friend is a twin named Lillian
I'm going really in, I'm really going in
Foul, I bust on that towel that you're throwing in (throwing in...)

Big up Ace, I'm glad I had a chance to flow with him
Just last summer, me and my mans did a show with him
In Montreux, hit the stage, I'm like, "Go get 'em"
Even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm
Marco Polo was on the wheels and on point
They did Jeep ass nigga, I'm like, "That's the joint"
Some old school heads remember who was who
Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew

Before the master left the stage from doing the do
Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru
First time I met the brother, felt like I knew him forever
Too clever, album dedicated to his mother
I thought of mine at the same time, we're growing up
I know they're proud of the baby boys, we're blowing up
Only got one, won't ever forget her
Make sure you let her know you love her when you with the kisser