What makes you think that you are different from the rest man?
What makes you think that you are so damn fresh and
Is it your money? The credit limits you are spending
While the rest of us are slaving, paying back what they are lending
You can tell me I'm a hater homie, here's the truth
I only hate you
And the things that you do, the lies you portray
To any willing eye that will look your way
Nobody really gives a damn about your clothes
Or your hoes, or your bling made from blood that you claim is froze
Nobody really wants to hear about your rims
Or you jacob stones, or your sweat shop tims
Get a life, you're not the center of the earth
Well, at least not mine, and I'm sorry if that hurts
Well, not really, I wanna see the pride burst
Underground is the gift, hollywood is a curse

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What makes you think that you are different from the rest man?
What makes you think that you are so damn fresh and
Is it your money, the credit limits you are spending
While the rest of us are slaving, paying back what they are lending
What makes you think that you are so damn dope man?
Is it the pills, or the coke in your nose man?
What makes you think that you are so damn great girl
Center of something, but not my world

Hey, hey hunny, I know you feel attention's cool
But don't you think you should've left it back in high school
From the way you talk, you must shit gold
And it's rising by the ounce as your bullshit's sold
You must piss a river, made outta cristal
Skin made of louie votton driving the kids wild
You're so beautiful, but so fake
Wearing so much cover up, face looking like a cake
Ass so phat, like it's so divine
Just because wear glasses, doesn't mean you got an open mind
You love to hit the club, you love to shake the pole
Ya man only love you when you're naked, you're a vacant soul
News flash: your looks don't make you whole
So much love in your oven, you'd prolly bake a roll
When looking in the mirror, I don't know how you face you
One day, you'll make another smut to replace you