People Ain't Seeing Me ft. Rhythm Brumfield Lyrics

Hey V, line em up

People ain't seein' me, all the claim cataracts

Chiefing this green in a modern day Cadillac

Heat in the seat and it pop like a fire crack

Beating this beat like it called me a rat

I got cheese in my jeans while my sandwich gets stacked

I got leave it to beaver on pause in the Lac

I can't keep it a secret, I'm on like a tat

You're thinking burrito, it's more like a wrap

Okay, thought it was a plane, flyer than a bug swatter

So I had to keep a lil' change, got a problem doin' drugs

I'm an evil lil' man, who ain't gotta show you love

I got demons on the brunch, dropped it in the momma's rug

Tried sleepin' in the rain, but I wasn't one enough

I'd rather see it on the chain, when I roll up on the plug

Had to heat it for the jam, now I'm coated in the mud

Got a leader and a foe, bout to throw it in the club

Pullin' on the flavor, button the mill out and fade away

Somebody catch a favor, tryna play your momma bad today

Comin' from Lafayette, so Atlanta's not a day away

Later than I thought, I made a paper, I made a paper plane and flew off

Look, look at how your boy got threw off

Boy, you better move like you hopped, you hopped

Soppin' in them girls at school, cool

I'm jumpin' in the water that pool, pool

All around the world, they want spokin' out the holy ghost

You got a younger one, don't let him grow up in a broken home

Grittin' like a forehead in the courtroom, hope the jury got you

Let me through the door, inside the party floor, burn it down

Turn around and see a flame flow at your head, man

What the fire light on, for sure was a dead man kickin

In the fifth gear, light switches, anyone can see it, I'm with it, stick it

People ain't seein' me, all the claim categories

Chiefin' this, we in a modern day Cadillac

Eatin' it, seatin' it, up like a firecracker

Feadin' this, we like it tell me you ready

I got cheese in my G, while my sandwich gets

Gotta leave it to be my own portal to Lag

I can't keep with the secret, I'm whole like a Tether

You're thinkin' bout me, then wish more like a Rafint

People ain't seein' me, all the claim categories

Chiefin' this, we in a modern day Cadillac

Eatin' it, seatin' it, up like a firecracker

Feadin' this, we like it tell me you ready

I got cheese in my G while my sandwich gets temps

Gotta leave it to be my own portal to Lag

I can't keep with the secret, I'm whole like a Tether

You're thinkin' bout me, then wish more like a Rafint

K-Rotten to the bone, I grab it as a opossum

Find me in your home, with a attitude that's your problem

Wanna hear my song? That's it, I'm gone

Pop your girl, you better gone, this a platinum hitter

So stop a whole lot, stripper think somebody brought a pole out

Book a store to Whitman, one minute, I bring the bowl out

Let's knock her when he start shootin', bring the gold out

And if he can't burn a Mac, then let's blow a pole out

Djang-a-lang, Djang-a-lang, Djang-a-lang, Djang-a-lang

Yesterday was so joke, I became a drink

And I thank, ladies want the candy, can I candy paint

And I drank for the best rapper, I'm a candidate

And I'm late, and I like business for the one that's on the radio

And I tighten, it was like a robot doin' ratios

Ran a wife feeder, but I wouldn't drop a lady though

Wonder with it, cause I stumble, tryna take it slow

Call it how I see it, as I see it on the celly

And she probably couldn't hit me with the earring on the belly

If I'm hollin' at a chick, I call it East Atlanta yellin

If I'm followin' the chick, then best believe that I can smell it now

If I'm talkin' on the chick, she probably need a paramedic

A pair of cheeses, a bikini, I'ma meet her where they headin

GBSin', people look for me, been on the walkway

GBSin', people look for me, been on the walkway

GBSin', searchin' for a blessing, reverend

Postin' roller blunts outside the store because they y'all been late

Out here lookin' for you, baby, mama tryna procreate

About to book a tour with Betty Carker, makin' all the cake

Number two, my dog, I think he thought it was a chocolate shake

Patty cake, patty cake, had to make Saturday

Batarang, boomerang, bangarang, make him say

Hold up, killer, cause you might get tore up

Spittin' on my rhymes like Thor, you know what

People ain't seein' me, all they claim cataracts

Chief of this unit, a modern day Cadillac

Eatin' this, stealin' it, pop like a firecracker

Feedin' this, feel like it, call me a rat

I'm teasin' my G, want my sandwich, the ecstatic

I leave it to people, I'm posin' it like I can

Keep it a secret, I'm on like a tatty

They thinkin' bout me, they wish more like a rat