IDK - Hello Pt. 1 lyrics

Damn how the fuck did I get here
Last year I was a nobody i mean
Nobody
That managed me, couldn't even last one year
But now them niggas see my last drop
They mad that I dropped back
Like a Brett Favre right after the sack yeah
Hmm now I'm in this bitch like a pap smear
Hmm
Now I'm in this game like that name of the
EA nigga with that fat chin and gray hair
Is Nia Long here? I got a long dick
That get up quick like Supreme Cutlass
Somebody tell her I said that
And you don't need a motherfuckin' class to
Understand where my head's at i'm
Sick as a baby with insufficient Similac
If Michael Jackson sent a verse
And I ain't like it send it back
I take my shit serious as Bruce Bruce
Taking a constipated dump
In the bitch that Biggie mentioned's lap
If you caught that line
You felt a fuckin' slap
You could sniff that line and
Know that shit was smack
They should have never let a nigga in
Let alone let a nigga back
And now I'm kinda mad cuz
This industry told me I wouldn't last
I bite my tongue
Lock my jaw, hold my mouth and I still laugh
Put everyone on blast in front
Of my blam blam get to the club
Then I beat on they' buzz like bam Bam
Damn how the fuck did I get here
Last year I was a nobody i mean
Nobody had ever dreamed
I would make it past the common fear
Of risk taking i'm racing like a Jamacian
On steroids running the 400
My skill is unfair
I can write fucking circles round
Yo ass like a
Small booty getting prepared for
Butt shots here so Listen up, I'm a killa
Don't mix it up i might kill yeah
Behind your back like I'm Bishop
When I attack like militia
The type to buss on ya sister
Then hug your mom after hittin' her
And if the semi don't hit ya
I drop a bomb that won't miss ya
That's for ya family mister
Miyagi kicking that knowledge
Like Uncle Sam when I bitch ya
Give me yo' money li'l buddy
Or I'll be forced to come get ya
Kick open the door like who is ya?
Get down on the floor like I pimped ya
Now I'm on an island like skipper
With a bad lil bitchformer stripper
You know we' gone off the liquor

Don't look at me and think you
Can't be touched cuz ahh i might
Might i might just bust
Got my Uptown niggas and they don't
Give a fuck an' ahh
They might they might they might just bust
Got my Landover niggas with
The flock in the cut and ahh
They might they might they might just bust
Know some Southside niggas that do not
Give a fuck and ahh they will bust

Niggas wonder how my buzz growing?
I did a damn good job, right?
Conference calls with my squad
Every single night after that
Call my broad she gon' do me right
She gon' blow the pipe like she Tina
After that I Ike beat the pussy up
Like what do love gotta do with it?
Nothing bitch get the lubricant on
Do it quick for I lose it, trick
Easy E, he too ruthless

Who is this? I'm that nigga that killed it
After I nailed it like it's
Jesus on a crucifix

I'm with my Jews from Jerusalem
Told me if I keep making fire
They gon' make the flames lucrative
So I'm cooped in the studio for the coupe
If a nigga in my way
Get the blakka then halooket him ryu and Ken
Couldn't kick knowledge like I can
Made your favorite rapper
Kick rocks like hiking
Climbing up the pedestal after that
I stool on you
Fools like a goddamn pigeon when it's flying!

I did a damn good job right?
I use to wiki favorite
Albums every single night eminem
Pharcyde even Gladys Knight
To be the best thing that ever happened
When I'm on the mic catching one way flights
No cash to get back just to bag contacts
Like I work at Lens Crafters
Back when I used to feel cursed
And a verse was the only way
To get the hex reversed