Love/Hate to be a Player

I’m in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
Bitches see me, they wanna be me And all the brothers run to them cuz they can’t reach me For real maybe I’m magic, everyone David Coppafeel
Automatically grab it Diva Don’t fuss believe me, you built like a bus
I’m a jump you like Kneival in a rush, please
I got a Ph. D a playa hatin degree when it ain’t me check me University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
Alls that so wack, hiphop hits gone bad, but that brag dag, it’s temptin
Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel
Rock? Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell
Smack like a Bonne Bell
Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
It’s Rap gettin tired
Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don’t Blowfish? Hmm. Let me finish, I’m a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
Damn I did it (what for?)
Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack, need some caramel in the back
And since you askin lick me like Baskin
Like you Robbin cream/where you been?
Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal’s gone crazy, Amazing, Grace