Fabolous — Steve Jobs

[Verse 1: Fabolous] It goes however I want it to These bitches never say "can’t" I just call her angel, she look like heaven in pants Big house, couple rides Call that shit Neverland Ranch Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant You niggas beneath me Now go get fucking stomped, son Know I run this city, I am Brooklyn’s Nucky Thompson If they make me go in I’m-a go right away My fly ass can’t be stopped, no flight delay Got a crew of bad bitches Call 'em the Nice Girls Yo bitches look scary But she ain't no Spice Girl It’s 9 AM when you clock in, you’re an office-worker It’s big Ben's in my pocket, I’m a Roethlisberger Coconut Cîroc and pineapple, easy order Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her Welcome to the funeral, pay respect Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect, wait a sec Let it breathe {Deep breathing} I said, "Let it breathe" {Deep breathing} [Hook: Fabolous] It's goes getting more money It come with more problems I used to be Mac-ing, but now I’m Steve Job-in’ See, you got two choices You can stay broke or grind Life is a bitch, and I’m just tryn-a Oprah mine Gettin’ more money, it come with more problems Man, I used to be Mac-ing, but now I’m Steve Job-in' man Got two choices You can stay broke or grind Life is a bitch, and I’m just tryn-a Oprah mine [Verse 2: Paul Cain] Always been a squeezer, I’ve been on the hollow niggas Always been a leader, no Twitter, I don’t follow niggas Fuck a glass, drink Rosé out the bottle, nigga I promised to keep it 1,000, you know my motto, nigga Don’t just talk it, be about it You talk it, but we about it We do it, you read about it Leave 'em, don’t speak about it We live it, you dream about it How could you even doubt it? Couldn’t get a quarter round here Unless we allowed it This is our city, our town, our turf We eatin’ and y’all thirst Don't shoot back, bomb first Get 'em gone first Let 'em fire, arms burst Regardless of size or status Stuff 'em in that long hearse I think I’m Malcolm X, Huey Newton Marcus Garvey, I’m surrounded by my army Dare a nigga try and harm me Fuck what a hater think How could niggas try to rob me? If I’m out in Abu Dhabi, Ferraris and Maseratis Fleets pulling up in Nobus and Ciprianis Or that F1 race track, good luck tryn-a find me Wherever I’m at, I’m smoking some Bob Marley Seven-star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby Riding in the ghost, riding to the coast Believe the great deal of stress I’ve been through the most Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach Fly private if it ain't first class, I’m through with coach Street Fam for life, this we all owe the 'Los Whole gang, bottles in the air I propose a toast We done seen the world Partied with emirates We all come from nothing, always remember that So you should be thankful every time you spend a stack For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners at All the cars, Audemars with the different straps But always strive for more, never be content with that No beginner rap, number-one contender, jack Arnold Schwarzenegger returns, Mr. December's back