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cyhi the prynce - is it me lyrics

[intro: crystal renee]
is it me? is it you boy? x3
is it really me?
cyhi! yea!

[verse 1: cyhi the prynce]
is it me or do these rappers sound like al capone?
if everybody serving bricks then who bagging zones?
how can you rap about it on a song
but get 25 years for rapping about it on the phone?
is it me or is these n-ggas telling stories ‘ye? (huh)
i done seen more d then where berry gordy stay
everyday i see a n-gga snitchin’ on first 48
these dudes ain’t gangstas, they just actors, sidney poitier
don’t get me wrong my n-gga, i endorse the streets
but, you won’t support your kids but go support the freaks
last night, at the club, you blew like a quarter ki
but when the feds come, you can barely pay your lawyer fees?
is it me or do these n-ggas got the game backwards, huh?
it’s hard to explain rappers
we get money to buy the chain that we slave after
but we mentally still a slave to that same master

[hook: crystal renee]
oh, is it me? is it me? is it me baby?
is it me? is it me? is it me baby?
oh, is it me? is it you boy? is it really me?

[verse 2: cyhi the prynce]
is it really me cause i ain’t really feeling these new rap n-ggas
pardon my soliloquies
but honesty is what we really need
ran with a crew full of cap peelers, but that wasn’t really me
i used to trap n-gga with them nicks like i’m willis reed
dealing weed opened a lot of doors for me, chivalry
plus you get less time getting caught with this than with a ki
in the streets it’s hard for you to sleep like on christmas eve
but silly me for ever thinking you was really g
all these rappers selling birds, i swear this sh-t is k!lling me
they have shackles on your wrist all the way down where your achilles be
and ya’ll still listen to it, is it me?

[hook]

[verse 3: tate dumonde]
most of your favorite rappers never sh-t
it’s clearly evident, the flow that i’m giving them heads heaven-sent
life could be sour as pickles but you gotta relish it
the lyrics that i spit is what i’m living
and you embellish it
pay attention, n-gga never had a pot to p-ss in
bragging about riches, they tripping, that’s why i rarely listen
n-gga you ain’t never sold at all
or what you copped, it didn’t lock, so you flexed and had them serving salt
my future bright and it shining just like a bowling ball
respect the real, so they see me and never notice ya’ll
is it me or is these n-ggas fake?
don’t understand it prynce you matching with they lyrics
and i can’t relate
i got some partners doing dimes, it’s like a b-tch today
so what i spit is serious, period, like i menstruate
i paint pictures just like i’m selling them art
and clip n-ggas up with these lines, now that’s a h-ll of a part
it’s tate!

- cyhi the prynce lyrics

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