Been Around The World - Fabolous

Look I talk it cause I live it, stand on my own pivot

I don’t need your credit, and you ain’t got it to give it

All I do is phil up banks, aunt viv it

Drink Belaire Champane and Club Liv it

I come from the era where you really had to live it

Couldn’t say you Bentley, you’re really a Honda civic

Every thing you said painted pictures so vivid

So when I talk clippers, know that i can Doc Riv it swish

Big man, pace your self like Roy Hibbert

You feel froggy than leap, stop all the ribbits

I pop up at your crib and cats looking like xzibit

Box braids and mean mugs, I mean thugs

Type you would merge with on some purge sh

Put in Work ASAP, on some Ferg st

My homies said nia’s just tryna wave surf you

Tryna jump aboard the wave you gave birth through"

All these niggas late and want me to waive curfew

Talking like they shooters when they wouldn’t spray perfume

They know who the hell I be, I’m LIT

I pass one to French like «c'est la vie»

Ju LIE, stay off the LIE

The 2 Chains made a single no L-I-E (Truu)

I mean I don’t care what her man says

He better come Aaron airing like Hernadez

Or you gon hear that Braat like Birdman says

Leave him hanging out his helmet, Richard Sherman Dreads

See, I hit shorty like I need that bouquet

Her man hit me back like you need some WHO cake?

I text him right back like you heard that new Drake?

You know that if you reading this it’s TOO LATE

See you ain’t offending me

It ain’t like you ain’t heard son is fly as Kennedy JFK

Riding in the six, got alot of enemies

Alot of people tryna drain me of the energy

I know how it be, You know me from Brevoort

Used to call me Sport, Now it’s Resorts

Boats and sea ports, Foreign v’s bought

Stamps and p-port, bunch of bihes in them Ms. Parker jean shorts

Mami got some head that’ll stop a deport

Throat game have me stuck, call it deep thought

But watch where you kick it

You park in the wrong spot, you know you’ll get a ticket

All of that tough talk, and now the st is crickets

Be alot of places where these nia’s can’t visit

They think yo mans missing

by (Njeru the Proginy)