Hook (Curtismith):
How they just don’t get it
Now they just don’t
So they just don’t get it
Verse 1 (Curtismith):
I’ve been spending a long time just tryna make raps
That was kinda funny I can get it like that
With the right track, Imma spit it and imma put it on
A Big L, Pun, Pac and young Sean Combs
They bump lines while I’m tryin’ to bump songs
With the thump strong, funk all groovy
It’s movin’ me to the right wrongs
With the mic on, imma try to kill it
I’m spittin’ it from the heart, and lookin’ at truer killas
Ill, I keep it real with the right mind
‘til I lose my inhibitions in the night time
Never fight my drive, I try to spit it live
Deny that my mind’s divine
I unwind with wine and Yamazaki
Hit ‘em like sake
You can call me papi like I’m Robert Kiyosaki
Hell, I'm spittin’ this wasabi
Bring the beat back, I will beat back shortly
Repeat hook
Verse 2 (Curtismith):
I’m feelin’ like I’m runnin’ in circles waitin’ for nothin’
I keep buggin’ from weed puffin’ I feel like I need somethin’
Just to make me feel alive, I cry for Jesus
And if I say I don’t believe, then I lie ‘cause he’s comin’
From a spirit that I feel from inside, believe cousin
I see love is the only thing I need in my life
I keep wondering why this money never leaves from my mind
A niche market knows the least of their minds
But more money makes the world go round
It all goes down
And man I’m used to being new in the town
So let me introduce myself again
Was born when heaven sent
The coolest kid to make a mistake did
I try to stay grounded
And try to find my roots
And man I’m guilty, I abide by truth
I take the funky rhythm when I find my troops
So just pounce, just pounce, baby, vibe my tune
Yeah
