See Me When I Get There - Mike Zoot, Buckwild, Jody Watley

Shooting for the stars, son run past your planet

In the 9−2 Maxima my brothers inside

Giving them credit, niggas either gon' player hate, panic or try

The evil eye upon the I-N-I and I don’t know why

No understanding, goddamn I’m just a man barely living

Trying to pay back whom I owe and buy my moms her dream crib

And avoid the HIV

From them hotcake hottie, buff body, ill whores

Call me Joe, I Ain’t A Player no more

I’m truly serious, my cause now the audience

Dance floor talk, crowd roar victorious

In awe to make people know me now that didn’t know me before

Awe struck from my trucked up neck and closed pores

Still mentality?

Young shirt, three times hurt

Empty refrigerator flavors making tables reverse

I wanna get fed first

I’m here to luck up not fuck up

So if heads get in my way they gotta get gun butt up

Call and pull up to the bar, so good so far

Star atmosphere everywhere

I don’t feel good here

It’s the mad rapper in me

I’m trying to make it disappear

I swear y’all a shave and some brand new gear y’all

But I’ve evolved

Recognized the problems to be solved

To get sorted through the doo doo

Chainsaw raps rip through

Issues of the who’s you?

My name go low budget

And attitude don’t give a fuck it so

Yo see me when I get there

I’m 'bout to pack my shirts and pants

Kiss my moms, take this chance

Cause yo the stakes been raised and that’s real these days

So I’m packing up and going on my way

So yo see me when I get there

Jealousy and envy reign

Never want to see you get ahead

They just hold you back

So yo, see me when I get there

Yo I am

The brokest nigga you knew

Brought my own brew

Coors Light, Red Stripe, twice I came through

In one week and that’s new

You see my face hardly no place

Grateful hot stepper movements left untraced

Underground to home base bob, you know the whole run in

How I’m coming with this small chain now but soon a bigger something

To floss and gloss, big bad bumbaross

Off the hook of course, getting off exotic

Boons out the bottle

I wanna be a role model

Ghetto top ranking

Hype like Kirk Franklin off G. P

Acting a fool, I’m calm, I’m cool

Get to know me, come slowly son, pull up a stool

And hear the drama

My whole life’s a bummer, ever summer

Dreaming Hummers and Honda’s and being a star far from a

'Nother new comer

Talking 'bout I have the hottest shit

Underrated and broke pocket-est, stop it

And understand yo, I got a right to be hype

I’ve been a second on the scene, I’m seeing niggas get bikes and cars

That look hard in they backyard by the hot tub

That’s what I’m talking 'bout, eating that grub

Strictly strip club, back rub, checks stubs and love

Heavy wrist, pure bliss, wishes keep me on this

One way road to dumb blowed and gave back

Building park, having picnics and shit like that

See me when I get there