Not a typical nigga (have you heard of me)
Boy I think I'm bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me)
One thing about me home boy I don't play no
Motherfucking games (have you heard of me)

[Verse 1]
Kept it motherfucking gutta from day one right now homie the streets
I run how am this hot and a award I ain't won
Cause I ain't a industry nigga alright son
But you will pay me for what I've done take the industry relationship
Cause I don't want none don't want the fame of this shit
You can have it should of just took the money and then run
That ain't how a real nigga play it where I'm from stay
And get the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold
What's next platinum dun sold ova a million records ain't that something

[Chorus]
May never see me on the cover of a magazine
Cause I ain't willing 2 kiss be seen cooperate mad at me
Cause they can't fuck me I'm who these haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking streets go
By tha name of plies have you heard of me.

[Verse 2]
Ever since me everybody claiming real most you niggas pussy
That's how I feel can be the best rapper an gotta tell lies
I couldn't be that cause all I do is fantasize how you
Cooking dope you wearing suites n ties
This industry a joke they publicize just don't go to yo parties
If you don't fuck with plies to all my fans I apologize
Want me to cross ova fuck gat side just a real nigga out of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my investment
Ask Atlantic records do I let shit slide ring tone numbers 1.5

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cooperate scared of me cause I ain't safe thy don't know
What the fuck that I might say in the type of game that they play
I don't wear tight jeans or rock shades I'ma trendsetter
I go my own way I make it hard on the radio
That the streets praise you can stop counting on questions
These days ever heard of a nigga that say fuck me nigga
Either a rapper or a wannabe just want me to kill em on gp
Say I ain't lyrical well I'm sorry be dropped out of college
Ain't earned my degree but at my bank they love me his favorite rapper
Ain't hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee
The streets don't want em I'm sorry