Chamillionaire: The real thang

I gotta be honestBragging was really not the missionOnly way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradictionYea I had a chickenShe had gave me a propositionShe was in love till I told her French ain't my type of kissin'Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam auditionShould've threw my watch in they face and then said its time to listenRecord label switchinGrindin cause I didn't have a pot to piss inFeelin like I was fishin' It was eatin my food inside the kitchenBefore the second albumSophomore jinx was just superstitionWho would've known that they would've been rightBut I ain't trippinTryin to be an artistWhile they repaint the compositionI need recognitionRecognize ain't no competition[Chorus]They said we wouldn't make it But now they copying the style that they said would never blowLord wasn't no complaininAnd now it seems like everywhere I goSteady crawlinOn them 4s(still crawlin)On them 4s(still ballin)On them 4sStill crawlin on 4s mayneOn them 4s(still crawlin)On them 4s(still ballin)On them 4sYou can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing[Verse 2]Trying to hit em wit some knowledgeThey gon' respond and say its garbageIf I say my cars isCandy they tell ya he the hardestLook at how you boys isTalking bout cars in they garagesThey just mirages if you believe emYou retardedIma grind regardlessStep in ya castle steal ya crownGotta give a pound KJ and Nancy they still aroundAnd I'm still the deepestSpend my thesis you still will drownAnd that XXL dude that said I would failYOU STILL A CLOWNCant get a digit or live it how could you even grade meI'm the one who pay mePersonally give me money dailyCompletely crazyTalk to the streets the streets obey meGo ahead and hate meI don't give a 'F' like Weezy babyThe caddillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop meSwagga jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppyI was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt meBut now I feel like I'm the manIf they ever plannin' to drop meA kitchen drawer wit the flowCause I'm sharp as a utensilBring any writer I promise I'll break him like a pencilAny instrumentalRappers cant keep up wit my mentalCause they mental's simpleWhile my mental is monumentalBeen had potentialFollow me cause of what I went throughWhile haters jock meCopy my image like a stencilDon't try to jack meGive a message to those that sent youI bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a pimple[Chorus]They said we wouldn't make it But now they copying the style that they said would never blowLord wasn't no complaininAnd now it seems like everywhere I goSteady crawlinOn them 4s(still crawlin)On them 4s(still ballin)On them 4sStill crawlin on 4s mayneOn them 4s(still crawlin)On them 4s(still ballin)On them 4sYou can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing[Verse 3]Should've betted in my chainThat I'm better than the gameI don't mean the rapper I mean every rapper that's in the gameThis the little internet nerd that you say that I gotta prove it toAlicia keysKeyshia coleOh! My dough is beautifulI throw three thousand in the air just to snap a PolaroidChamillinate anybody movin ya so destroyedKa-boom!Say I'm dissin if you don't know the halfI'm digital download with the doughYou do the mathMy money move I get statements so I can view my dollarsA one then a zeroZero be leapin' all the commasI can poke I promiseBaby look dope as PocahontasIn the BahamasCountin money in my pajamas