DOM KENNEDY, ​cARTer (Rap), Pac Div - Everybody Knows Us lyrics

Hands up, hands up, damn this is our anthem
All these hoes is on the scene like
"Damn this nigga's handsome"
First I had to be reserved but
Now I can just grab one
My videos is real life
We shoot those shit's to have fun
She be sayin' "Take me out" I
Be playin "Take Me Down"
Me my skills is Nas and Puff
Recreatin' hate me now
I ain't gotta talk shit
What I'm makin' make me loud
I love it when my dad call and say
"Dom boy you make me proud!"
I be on my Vans shit
Had to put them Nike's down
Air Force, Jordans
Nah I never fuck with Nike now
All these kids ain't cool to me
But you can't hate on Mikey now


Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't make me bring license out (damn)
Tryna get my cake right
Maybe bring the icin' out
That mean you gone hate right? Make
Me bring the Tyson out
When I'm in the buildin' nigga make
Sure all the lights is out (shh)
Dom gone shine by any means
They say he's the nicest out
Best car, nicest house
All that shit they writin' about
Never meant shit to me
Fuck you so excited 'bout?
Maybachs, Phantoms, damn these is our anthem
I used to look up to stars
But dog now that I am one
I used to want a lot of hoes
But now bitch I can't stand one
I used to like to go to shows
But now shit I can jam one like

Take ya hands and put 'em to the sky
Do what I say girl don't ask me why
Back in the day they passed me by
Now I get dome on the passengers side
Like (whoa) damn I'm fly
Ever since birth, been a stand up guy
Niggas say, "Like you gone always be cool
Even if you in a bucket or brand new ride"

Ah, yes sir, we on fire
All a nigga need is weed and lighter
Tell that bitch chill or we
Spark the kush up, then we get higher
In the sky like a suite on fire
Surround ya ho like we in the Cypher
Choo choo train we finna pipe her
Send her home to you, we didn't wife her

Oh no, emergency beYoung if ya heard of me
You know I spit that third degree
Hop inside and come skert with me
Don't pay attention to the absurdest things
Can tell by your face that
You heard some things
Girl so sad now a turned out freak
She mad cause we permed that weave

They wanna wait and see, they hatin' me
Shit feels great to me (uh huh)
I'm in the place to be
Bum ass niggas can't relate wit me
None of them niggas try and take the Steez
Kill they careers, shit, enough about them
(ha) they wanna hear more about him
Goldman's Warren, you can ask him
Bobby, Ben, you can ask them
Ibn Jasper, ask him too
If I'ma need to know or who's who
And If a chick had to pick
Bet it's me she'd choose
Born winner, them no lose
The day I stop, I'll still resume
Born to ride, better check my resume
I'm more Diddy, I'm no Loon
Clown ass niggas got me amused
Hatin' ass hoes got me confused
Talk 'em down, what's a nigga to do?
(Gotta take the good with the bad, my nigga)
All I know, all I know
Is help myself, didn't help my folks
Everything new, can't tell me bro
Shine so hard bet I got them low
Hotel late now I sell that smoke
I didn't at first now inhale that smoke
I let my mamma down, damn I know, I know
But a nigga gotta let go
She so stoked, bought my CD
Tellin' me she love everything he wrote
But a nigga didn't write shit (shit)
I guess he just got that gift (shit)
Curse come with it, kill em with the flow
Niggas better hope that a hearse come with it
Get on a song with me? Please (naw)
Niggas ain't flowin' with me? Please (naw)
Look it's all on me
I can't help but believe
All work no sleep, I ain't got no dreams
Now cheap talk, kill it
I'm in the game full court
Y'all the sideline chillin'
Come out that "H" that's why I'm grillin
(H Town) watch a nigga take it to
The carpet to the ceilin' (yeah)
Everywhere I go I'm the
Livest in the buildin'
All the money in the world
Couldn't buy that feelin (never)
Couldn't buy that feelin' (naw)
Try to buy that feelin'
Everywhere I go I'm the
Livest in the buildin'
All the money in the world
Couldn't buy that feelin' hey hey