Can't play the backfield no more  I just don't...belong...oh    Member of a fly society  Styles I got several varieties   As a childless god memorizin  Scarface in its... Motherfucka you knoww    For all of the bitches I   Might take home  Spray my shirt down  Dolce & Gabbana cologne  Comin down like my homeboys  From Houston  Got my celly on silent  I'm ignorin my phone  Diamonds, Diamonds on my band  Cause that's right where they belong  Like a trumpet or some symbols  Or a set of trombones  Your bitch chose to roam  In a Spitta zone  Now your drunk watchin E.T.  Wishing she phone home  But deep in your heart  You know what she wants  Cause I'm a different type of nigga  And that's just what she wants  Groundbreaking, Dr. Jay's first dunk  Stealing bases Willy Mayes I'm gone  Can't play the backfield no more  I just don't think that's where I belong  I do better on my own  Swag crucial, Honestly  It gotta be cause niggas that  You listenin to probably  Stole his style from me  Betta, neva, I come up with  Something betta, have to catch  An elevator all the way up to my level  Playin Metal Gear Solid  On the playstation 3 for 6 hours  My girl in the bedroom sleeping  I'm not tired, I would call over  A couple of my pilots  But them niggas live, they dont  Know how to be quiet  Shorty gonna wake up and come up  In here wildin, hollerin like Keisha did  Tommy, If you aint see Belly   You dont nothin about it  What else can you tell me  But my flow so (?)  Cook it up a notch with the rhymin  Trynna bury spitta in the grave  At the bottom, climed up out it  Knock you in the same hole  Stand on top it  Consistent flow, Currensy the hot-spitta  So on topic  Other niggas lost they need to see  The golden compass  Brother I'm a boss like Ross  Spitta nigga hot like sauce  At the And One game breakin  Motherfuckas off  I had a good job I thought  But I couldnt get along with the  People in charge I grab my timecard  Punched out, I'm off  Soft-spoken but a nigga not soft  Not at all real niggas stand tall  For something  Make sure I don't fall for nothing  In this game, it's pain for  The up and coming  No handouts cause  Niggas don't owe you nothing  Gotta do it for dolo  Flashbacks to the conversation  Took place between Faith and Monolo  The world chico and everything in it  I said it, I meant it  I get it, I spend it  Comfortable living till a motherfucker finished  If I'm in it then you know it's not kidding  If I'm in it know it got a nice engine  You could be a mile away  And still hear it  That's classic american muscle  Stole my bitches numbers and a ipod shuffle  I call her over to cut her   You call her over to cuddle  Knock youself out boy  You can't knock my hustle  I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks  Labels offering checks  For a million bucks  Ask Roddie if he thought  A million was enough  He said yes cause he can  Hit the streets and triple it up  I'm a member of a fly society  Styles I got several varieties  As childless God memorizin  Scarface in it's entirety  '80s drug era inspired me  That's why I dress how I dress  Walk how I walk  That's why I rep what I rep  Talk how I talk  Two rope chains both of them gold  I got a swagga like I just came home woah  I'm a member of a fly society  Styles I got several varieties  As childless God memorizin  Scarface in it's entirety  '80s drug era inspired me  That's why I dress how I dress  Walk how I walk  That's why I rep what I rep  Talk how I talk  Two rope chains both of them gold  I got a swagga like I just came home woah  Where haven't we been yet (Where haven't we been yet)  Motherfucka You Know  You see them airplanes...    these lyrics are submitted by Co