Say You Like Me

Uh, may I take a second to express all that I'm feeling
Like a dealer with excess product and a heeler on his leash
Tryna get home safely
Tryna get on Macy's status
In the department of rhyme
Tryna reach that Jay-Z status all in a portion of time
With 20 proportionate lines
All on the copy machine
When all of them copying me
And all of em cropping the dream
And stoppin' the scene from progession
But I'm guessin' they like droppin some lean
They can't stop you that quickly
They can't Glock you and stick me
If you and I never coppin' that CREAM
In which my pockets is lean, huh
So if this is what I drop as a teen
They gon' have problems with me
Like obesity now cuz in 2 years I'll have that cake like Winestock
You can make like Pinesol
And scrub your face on the flow
If you ain't in my neighborhood I'm just sayin'
Would you even give a fuck if I never did this shit
Would you even miss it
If the masses had dismissed it
And gave up on this shit with in a blink of an eye
Would you even think of my lines
And distinctive refined message
Would you figure that I left it
Stepped into an office
Lept into a coffin
Or guestured to a profit
To offer my sacrifice
Not often I grab a mic but when I did it was Magic like Johnson
Would have a response then?
I thought not but on top we rock it til the morning and then we rollin like

(chorus written by Travis Clark of We The Kings)
I'm never going down
I'm never giving up
I'm never gonna leave
So put your hands up
If you like me
Then say you like me

N-U-Fifth to the last letter-O bitch
KND CEO it splits
Between me and my bro
Swerving on this road
Like where the fuck do we go
Don't got a dollar in my pocket
But my hand full of gold
It's getting old
Hearing hip hop heads sayin' I'm sold
When I got that flow
Runnin' my city like Albuquerque's HOV
I got like 5 homes
But none of them bought though
Burning so many sticks
They call me Domo Arigato
Maybe not, but I really do powerball like the lotto
My Modern Life Rocko
Fuck the neighbours the motto
I'm bout to get it ASAP
Not like that Pretty Flacko
No entourage I feel in charge
No money, got women, no cars
Some people say that we're next
And we'll never rest
Til we get the respect
No it's not always about the checks
So next that you're doubting us
Take a second to ponder
These kids work harder than Blake, Adam, and fuckin Anders

(chorus)