People Like Myself

People like myself only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go

I can't go outside without findin' some new kinfolk

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole

Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go

I can't go outside without findin' some new kinfolk

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole

Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

It's Mag from your TV screen, buzzin' off the Jim Beam

But the Mag y'all think y'all know ain't what I seem

I'm a low-down freak from C-Peake

See them high school mates, I see 'em and don't speak

All y'all wanna talk like we used to hang

'Cause I'm doin' my thing, now you wanna bask in my fame

That's why I stay out the club, be in the crib

Smokin' a dub, countin' my cash, over the phone

And I'm sellin' cell phones, all with chips

My .9 to bloods, my Glock to crips, who want war?

You and your boys can bring the noise

But I'ma bring hand grenades, now you're laid

Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass

Sit on your face, now you gotta kiss ass

Who fiend for fame? Life belong to your fans

And haters and thugs, they wanna end your lifespan

People like myself only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go

I can't go outside without findin' some new kinfolk

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole

Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

Since I got bigger

I'm over hearing' y'all recite, "Tim's my ****"

Like I just figure

And my tracks didn't help ****

So for rememdy I pound ****

Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga

Like them forty-two Girbauds

I pocket every demo like Timbaland, he's that next ****

Confirmed by people that she can blow

Convinced Booker T, she's the next to go

Now I'm checkin' every joint and every unit I sold

Once I'm deep in the dough, I'm deep with a crew

It's the haters, y'all screamed like the movie is through

Y'all screamin', this is 'Nutty Professor: Part II'

To 'Eyes Wide Shut', to whoever I choose

I can appreciate a Kidman to a Tom Cruise

To a fast food, I'm strictly drive-through

The money I gave dudes, I basically raised fools

People like myself, only hang with self 'cause that's the way to go

I can't go outside without findin' some new kinfolk

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole

Make be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

Even the phone spit it, God know what I'm thinkin'

I'm drinkin' and smokin' and stressin', go to church for confession

Down on my knees, beggin' to God, show me the path

My label is jerkin' me, workin' me so the devil can lurk in me

Sick of **** bitchin', wishin' I'd fail

Tell 'em Mag be the rap, effin' Kenan and Kel

I'm spittin' the version of verses, curses over the churches

Rappin' more iller than thriller, Manila and give you salmonella

Stop, the press

Bitch, you can't afford that dress, you can't afford that hairdo

I don't want your sex, here take your fast food

"Tim, you're dead wrong, Tim, you're dead rude"

Hey girl, I don't even know you

"Timbaland, we're your first cousin Mary and Sue"

My momma never ever mentioned you

My momma also told me to watch them sappy fools, what?

People like myself only hang with self, that's the way to go

I can't go outside without findin' some new kinfolk

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole

Makes be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go

People like myself, only hang with self, that's the way to go

I can't go outside without findin' some new kinfolk

People on my left, people on my right, all in my earhole

Makes be like whoa and find me somewhere else to go