[Intro]
I told them I was done being humble
You want something done right, you got to do it yourself
This is me doing it myself
Ay
[Verse 1]
I grew up in the back of a Buick
‘Less I rolled with my pops then I sat in the front, that’s how I got attached to the music
Geto Boys in the deck, turn it up, let it thump, and these guys from this track, they from Houston?
Didn’t mean nothing back then, I was clueless, but that shit had a heavy influence
And it’s evident when people witness me do what I do, of this game I’m a student
You ain’t make it to class, you was truant, I can’t give you a pass, that’d be foolish
They can call me a lot but not stupid, I’m the cream of the crop, that’s the tip of the top, get the pick of the lot, when I’m choosing
Hey, believe it or not, lot of guys want my spot, so it’s not only hot, but it’s humid
Tension thick but I’m fit for survival, every line prove I can’t be held liable
Every word hit like rounds from a rifle, every verse could exist in the Bible
Free Riccy Racc$ ‘til we meet again, enemies facing defeat again
And I got Siddiq on the beat again, that mean Bingo sweeping the streets again
[Chorus]
Leave it to Bingo, I been at the bottom now I’m looking down on you ducks like an eagle
Walk amongst commoners, man of the people, but don’t get it twisted, my bloodline is regal
Still Dreaming season, we don’t need a reason, my niggas is g’s and my bitch is a diva
Can’t spend no time with no underachievers, the way we get up, man, it should be illegal
Leave it to Bingo, I bet on myself now they calling it luck, but this ain’t no casino
Just play your role like a Robert DeNiro before I go dumb like a young Al Pacino
How could you blame me for having an ego? They fiend for my films like I’m Q. Tarantino
Life is a movie, just wait for a sequel, the way we get up, man, it should be illegal
[Verse 2]
Where I’m from niggas square up with Deebo, send his ass running home like the depot
No you ain’t gon’ take nothing from Bingo, ‘less I’m dead in a hearse, but that means it’d be cursed
I’ll be back for my shit like a repo, in the paint just like Shaq on a repost
This shit don’t make a difference to me, it’s like barbecue chicken to me
Tried to tell them before, but you know how that go, it’s like nobody listen to me
Tried to put them on pace, it’s a little too late, ‘cause we ended up switching the speeds
All my dogs taking off like a couple cannons, everything up and up, ain’t no under-handed
From the 4, but my flow from another planet, you can’t go where I go, you wouldn’t understand it
You ain’t been where I’ve been, you can’t comprehend, said what I said, I won’t come again
So don’t beg for no pardons, I know it’s crazy to your kind, but to mine it’s just common sense
We can’t even talk with no common ground, got nothing in common but common men
‘Cause I’m from the south where they’re coming down, but I’m from the nawf where it’s coming in (Nawf side, nigga, praise!)
[Chorus]
Leave it to Bingo, I been at the bottom now I’m looking down on you ducks like an eagle
Walk amongst commoners, man of the people, but don’t get it twisted, my bloodline is regal
Still Dreaming season, we don’t need a reason, my niggas is g’s and my bitch is a diva
Can’t spend no time with no underachievers, the way we get up, man, it should be illegal
Leave it to Bingo, I bet on myself now they calling it luck, but this ain’t no casino
Just play your role like a Robert DeNiro before I go dumb like a young Al Pacino
How could you blame me for having an ego? They fiend for my films like I’m Q. Tarantino
Life is a movie, just wait for a sequel, the way we get up, man, it should be illegal
