Ordinary

Good morning to the ordinaries Good night to the unliked in the night clubs Ain't got an idea? You should check your light bulbs I'ma be on board till you rappers get your flights up I'm in the class you was never in I'm in the class—where the hell you been? I watch them watch me settle in I never pretended to be better than A lotta y'all provide the same shit And then they fuckin' with mine You don't know nobody? You stuck in the line You flat out broke So you be pressed for time And I ain't broke And I be pressed for mine Some niggas couldn't take the career change So they pressed decline Shit, that ain't gonn' stop my shine Except that, that man upstairs decided to close the blinds If not the money, the cars and clothes is mine's And them hoes is mine's If any of those don't exist might as well Close the line If you see, she's on her way Now who am I to judge? The case is closed And the fakes exposed Then they turn back around like the place is closed Then they keep goin' like the brakes is old My life is like a confession It's probably a lesson After I tell y'all I be hearin' suggestions Some might think it's good or a bad impression Eff them, I R-Les them Next selection I be on my shit, ha Fuck those who ain't up on theirs I know it's all unfair They get mad when I take them back to the crib Show them how I live It wasn't a problem before, now it's just that serious It's just that big Pause. I don't feel the need to brag though Subtract it fast, but I add slow Your best friends will take your career and throw it in the bag And walk around let the mutha fuckin' tag show If you see, she's on her way Good morning to the ordinaries Good night to the unliked in the night clubs Ain't got an idea? You should check your light bulbs I'ma be on top— the hottest position ever But a position that doesn't last forever Can I get some credit, but instead I'm getting debit love Man, I wish you could edit love I'll settle where I want it So everything: I run it So I could say I done it And still keep it a hundred I'm good; I'm where that ass is supposed to be Now the haters getting close to me Females push-up with their push-up Haters tryin'a punk me—Ashton Kutcher Tryin'a get their name up, with a little spot in this rap game Tryin'a keep their kush up, for real