| Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
| I walked up and asked what’s wrong |
| She told me that the radio’s been playing the same song all day long |
| So I told her I got something you’ve been waiting for |
| I got something you’ve been waiting for |
| Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what’s wrong |
| She told me that the radio’s been playing the same song all day long |
| So get your glass lift it up in the toast position |
| We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
| 'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
| You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
| We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
| We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
| We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
| Well, I’m a downtown shooter, who that? |
| The crown ruler is back, he kind of grew into the shape of a mack |
| Look how I do it, yo, I’m taking you back |
| This how you rise down to the foundation, how sacred is that? |
| I’m from the number one place on the map |
| The generational gap with yet another sensational track |
| And we don’t stress for nothing, I just press the button |
| It’s as simple as just making it hap' |
| To all the frauds, stop faking, relax and to the broads if you caking |
| Then clap, then shake it without breaking your back |
| I know the world been waiting for that |
| You been aching for that ‘cause what they playing on the station is wack |
| And I’m a legend in the flesh that dress to impress |
| The best is that which I accept and nothing less |
| My stacks is grotesque my squad so fresh |
| You know it’s Black Thought and your boy the broquest but |
| Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what’s wrong |
| She told me that the radio’s been playing the same song all day long |
| So get your glass lift it up in the toast position |
| We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
| 'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
| You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
| We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
| We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
| We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
| Hip hop ain’t dead ‘cause the pulse is in us |
| I got the Everclear flow, they mimosa with it |
| We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen |
| And I’m supposed to pivot like I’m a forward in the league |
| I’m Oden with it |
| Yet, don’t owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics |
| But if you ain’t got the dance, they revoke your spinning |
| So good rappers ain’t eating they Olsen twining |
| But I’m so committed they have grown familiar |
| With the counterfeit hitters they so-so with it, but they are Sosa with it |
| They Mark McGuire with the written, I’m Rodriguez |
| On the road to riches, this is the fork I’m hitting |
| This is the trial and error era, no co-defendant |
| I push The Seed every time like I’m Cody with it |
| I said the one-hit wonders pneumonia to us |
| I don’t know you niggas, hit the road, my nigga |
| Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what’s wrong |
| She told me that the radio’s been playing the same song all day long |
| So get your glass lift it up in the toast position |
| We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
| 'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
| You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
| We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
| We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
| We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
| Where my grimy figures at? Look lively addressing the captain |
| Show me where your first impression is at |
| And where your dedication to the true profession is at |
| How you laugh, answer me, what kind of question is that? |
| I’ll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap |
| The real muscle in the message of that |
| My name trouble I’m a blessing to rap |
| And you can check my stats ‘cause worldwide they attesting to that |
| So nigga, listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps |
| How I’m like Bobby DeNiro, Joe Pesci and them cats |
| Am I the unsung hero? |
| Oh yes, if you asking anybody that’s aware of the classics |
| They’ll tell you I’m a legend in the flesh that dress to impress |
| The best is that which I accept and nothing less |
| My stacks is grotesque, my squad, so fresh |
| You know it’s Black Thought and your boy the broquest but |
| Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying, I walked up and asked what’s wrong |
| She told me that the radio’s been playing the same song all day long |
| So get your glass lift it up in the toast position |
| We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
| 'Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
| You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
| We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
| We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
| So let’s go |