Magnolia - Royce 5'9

Every rapper claims that he never stood for disrespect

He got disrespected in the hood and he just set

When I bought my white Corvette it touched my mother’s heart

When I stepped on the pedal the pipes turned to Bubba Sparxxx

Called Delano up, turned the rally stripes to fucking art

Then introduced my son to Teyana Taylor at Rucker Park

Look, fag, this BE4, I don’t have no E-G-O

You don’t want no static eh, y’all should have your TV low

Y’all the fakes, these are the breaks, y’all the cast of CB4

Am I an underground artist?

No, I’m completely low

I’m so low I could sell this booth as my new cellar

I could sell a Jewish fella suit to a shrewd tailor

Who better?

I can sell a shovel to the Devil

Then turn around and I can sell the scoop to a newsletter

Feeling like God only kicked Moses on the snare

Allah on the flyer and this bitch emoting on a prayer

Fuck these labels, fuck you label hoes focused on despair

Fuck radio, I’m already floating on the air

I ain’t here to be famous in debt, do my thing to me dead

These fans are programmed to change and forget

In this white man’s world I’m just a black who ain’t in the red

Who hasn’t had a hat he can hang on regret

Rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect

Who has a rather insane intellect

I would rather ride a train to success

That’s plain than ride a dragonfly through a flame to impress

Maybe I’m Red, maybe I’m Meth, maybe I’m less

Maybe I’m crazy like Macy Gray, baby, I’m blessed

The hoes praising me like maybe I’m next

'Cause I’m wavy, my flow Avion wet

I’m so amazing, I’m Jay Z, I’m Treach

I’m feeling like KRS in the flesh

In the 80s, but more 94' Shady I guess

We taking the feeling back from the wealthy, rich and shining

Uncla Murda this and Suge is more healthy for the genre

Porsche pushing, motor whoofing

Under the hood it sound like horses hoofing

I never ran from a soul, but I got promoters booking

I keep a hand full of something to fold

I’m just here to tell you the facts

The mayor slipped and fell through the cracks

Like the quarter’s is under your sofa cushion

Man, I remember these hoes used to overlook me

Now they come to my shows and throw their panties on stage

Or they just say «fuck it' and throw the pussy