[Intro: Kanye West sample from "Forever")
You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband
You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't
[Hook: Kanye West sample (8x)]
You would think these niggas know me (2x)
You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't
[Z-Mane Talking through Hook]
Ok, now see....
I been in the game for awhile
Throughout the years, I done realized
Niggas always actin' like they know you, when you comin' up
But they don't really know you, mane; They just know that you're a rapper
So that's why me and my nigga, Lite Brite, decided to come up in here
And let them niggas know how we feel, so I'm a let him talk to y'all niggas first
L.B.A., go ahead and talk to them, mane!
[Verse 1: L.B.A.]
Ok, you would think these dudes know me, but they really don't
I'm a make all these little haters phone home
Just like E.T., I be livin' in the stars
Man, that's exactly why I be killin' all these bars
I don't drive no foreign cars, but I'm still gettin' major pay
Maybe that's exactly why your girl gives me too much play
Man, let's check your resume and see who's the best
The critics call me Superman with an S on my chest
Now I may not be the best, but I'm new to the team
Royalty Gang, we just so prestine
We just rhyming without trying
All these little rappers sayin' they feel like dying
While y'all crying, we just grinding
Scarin' them so much that they just start..hiding
It's L.B.A., Z-Mane, & T-Rone
And just to let you know, we the new heirs to the throne
Yeah!
[Hook]
[Z-Mane Talking]
That's just how it is out here, mane
Lite Brite, my nigga, I feel you
We wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't true, my dude
We just being real with you
These niggas act like they know.....
But they don't know nothin', mane
[Verse 2: Z-Mane]
These niggas act but they just don't know, say they got swag, but it don't show
I'm all about my business, bro, have these niggas runnin' like fitness, bro
They ain't with this, yo, y'all must got memory lost, cause y'all actin' like you don't know me
I got a lot of haters and I got a few homies, some of y'all real but most of y'all phony
Rollin', catch me rollin' in somethin' lookin' like it's stolen
Nigga, I got two strikes, but it's lookin' like I'm just bowlin'
Oh, man, here come another hater, tell that little nigga I don't appreciate him
Coming through with the crew, reppin' blue 'til I'm through, yeah, you already know what it do
I stay true to the game like Noremac, true to the game like Kobe or Shaq
Catch me in the back of the 'Lac with a fine girl, turned her boyfriend into a doormat
Get stepped on, don't wanna be here, then get gone, they got amnesia
If you hungry, I will feed you, if you scared, go to church, talk to your preacher
They don't know me? Well, they better learn soon
Fight fire with fire, I'll get Phillip Flame to burn you
All these niggas claim they was down with the old me, but they really wasn't
Man, you would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't
[Hook]
[Z-Mane Talking]
That's on the real, bro
I mean, niggas must got amnesia
Guess I gotta remind them
Yeah...you know what?
I wasn't gonna give y'all this last verse...
But you know what?
[Verse 3: Z-Mane]
Think you know me, nigga, but I don't know you, tryna be my partner, but I don't want to
Man, you think the dude making the rules and actin' like you're cool, nigga, I don't even trust you
I ain't got time for no drama, mane, you can save that stuff for yo mama, mane
Put the pen to the pad, make a lot of cash, then I'll send my family out to the Bahamas, mane
You would think I ran the world like Obama, oh yes I can
Wake up in the morning, count my dough, then I thank the Man that created me and the ground that I stand
On, on, turn the lights on, shoutout to them G.O.O.D. Music fellas
Hit them niggas with the element of surprise like 2Pac at Coachella
R.I.P. to my nigga J. Dilla, R.I.P. to my nigga Pimp C
What up to my nigga Bun? Man, I swear these lames just tryna act like they know me
I'm about my money and my paper and my dough, if you tryna hate, then you niggas can hit the door
Swing on me and I'm a have you layin' on the floor cryin' for your mama sayin' "I don't want no more!"
2010 was the Z-Files, 2011 was No Turnin' Back
2012, dropped the Z-Mixes, now 2013, I'm comin' back
Y'all already know what it is, mane, actin' like you doesn't
Man, you would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't
[Hook]
[Z-Mane Talking]
I mean, that's basically all we had to say
My nigga Lite Brite came in, destroyed it first
Then I came in second, I dropped the last verse
After that, there's nothing to say
R.G.O.D., T double B, R.G.T.C.B
And we taking over
