To Me, To You (feat. Jay Electronica) - PRhyme/Jay Electronica Niggas be askin' me like Man you took all that time off I understand you had to Get your mind right or whatever you Was doin' but I'm just curious to know How you how you Gonna approach the next sh*t Say it's the same way I always do not givin' a f**k Million dollar maker not a faker Try to call me over the hill It's probably cause you saw me Chillin' beside a pile of paper Life's a Picasso painting psyche My life's more like an obstacle Ain't it Like it's somethin' in front of the drop And I gotta ride around it On my way to make me another Child support payment From humble beginnings Though we live lavishly now And what we couldn't afford to get We would have it somehow Stayin' at grandma's puddled In front of the open oven Rubbin' our hands together Like baby with cameras around Manic depressed drawn to my tool Genetically predisposed to Be a mechanic or less I handle my failures way Better than I ever handled success And I let you boys be the Loudest holdin' my fo' fo' From '94 on my retro kick Before I let you let go clips I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist I'll rock one of them baggy a** Tracy McGrady suits I've been poppin' since I was 5 that was in '82 Believe that a ni**a Been knockin' more lady's boots Than kanye critiquin' at steve madden I'm just a lox fan with childish thinkin' The last time I got pulled over for drunk drivin' I took the breathalyzer Out the cop's hand and tried to drink it That's what I do for my community Your boo told me what she wanna do to me Before she dropped on two Knees and then blew me like an opportunity To me it's what I see To you it's what you do Prhyme Ha ha ha ha if I could Make niggas as real as me Ha ha ha ha I'd ask How come niggas ain't real as me To me it's what I see To you it's what you do Prhyme Ha ha ha ha if I could Make niggas as real as me Ha ha ha ha I'd ask How come niggas ain't real as me Multiply multiply That's what the real niggas do Multiply multiply That's on a real ni**a Your favorite rapper's up at liv While I'm on controlled substances Search around my crib for a f**k to give But I couldn't find it My notebook should Be made of a wooden binder Cause that's what my albums be sellin' But I don't give a f**k About nothin' but good vagina Long as these niggas call me goat If I don't get through to you the call failed Cause I was probably On that wolf of wall street boat I'm a hard sell Maybe too lyrical for 'em The Lord gave me a choice To either be king or give all hell I chose the latter like a fireman Climbin' up to a charred rail In front of Miley steerin' a giant wreckin' ball Miss me with your mollies And your Tyrese wisdom I don't connect with y'all and these antics Today you give your life to the game Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures Lookin' like Steve Francis You ain't turnin' up you're bein' Backhanded like Pete Sampras About that I missed my uncle's Funeral to go to south by southwest You ain't gotta appreciate it But you better respect the fact That I'm a real rapper and nothin' Whack done came out my mouth yet To me it's what I see To you it's what you do Prhyme Ha ha ha ha if I could Make niggas as real as me Ha ha ha ha I'd ask How come niggas ain't real as me To me it's what I see To you it's what you do Prhyme Ha ha ha ha if I could Make niggas as real as me Ha ha ha ha I'd ask Me and pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road Crossin' at the crissroads The valleys and the alleys Where the gods switch to b**ch mode I came through the Harley pipe was loud like a lion The title on the marquee said Child out of zion Contemplatin' on another plane Hoverin' down lover's lane Won a great debate against the State about the mother plane He called me by that other name I called him by his other name The lightnin' struck the internet like A screen door in a hurricane Jay electricity baptized by felicity Where he been the past three years It's just a mystery If it ain't come from one of my peers It ain't a diss to me I'm a thousand leagues Under the sea niggas can't get to me