Artist: Daddy Rose f/ John Forte Album: The God Song: Associate My Name Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Intro) Daddy Rose Welcome to the world Daddy Rose, John Forte baby Of international playas No sneakers, no jeans Where your mommy and your daddy at? 21 to party, 25 to drink Fo'sho baby, better have I.D. in this mothafucka baby Duke is grown man, hang your coat up Kick back and relax nigga, c'mon [Daddy Rose] Silly rich niggas is still hanging in local clubs Wanna be seen by local thugs Swiss Accounts but still one local love Ain't satisfied 'til I chew your chest with local slugs Diamond and glitter - it's all a facade I'm stashing cake for the cold war and balling for God When the world collapsed; I've been in cave And look like a match on the side While you rollie wearing assholes be calling for God You stack doe like - Pason pizzeria's, few could see us Intelligent thug, future see us We've been chasing the wrong shit since they've captured us While y'all pushing Acuras, we invest with the manufacturers Fuck the limelight, shit got big touch That's why I cruise New York with my six clutch Fool, it's all about mergers and DOW JONES, online dial tones In Jamaica smoking weed in chalice's made of cow bones Can you feel me nigga? Holla back (Hook) "Associate my name with respect" - X6 John Forte "Associate my name" - X3 John Forte [John Forte] Yo, yo, it's always easy and to see the right Move when you're not playing But listen here I'm not playing Now Management is riffing talking about "Why the fuck did you let John Forte in" See I handle my business, y'all is entertaining A nigga likes jokes, but y'all cats lost his screws But I've seen it makes me sick, so I got off the cruise I'm tired of pushing niggas to get off my shoes Y'all live a dream life and you happy with that That's like buying shit on sale and ignoring the tax Y'all is A8 to now 12 stepping off If you don't wanna take the shot come off the ball If you don't wanna take the shot come off the ball C'mon [Daddy Rose] I plan to retire rich, die in the Himalayas Nothing to prove, 'cause we've been the playas Why be on the scene so you could see your man to spray us? Plastic, fuck cash black, Bell Atlantic, Fiber Optic, NASDAQ Steel toe hammers, pop at us, we blast back While y'all party and bullshit, my cash stack (Hook) "Associate my name with respect" - X4 John Forte "Associate my name" - X3 John Forte [John Forte] I John the Emaculate, stone hand that is, grown man status Known lance, them niggas had it Not too many cats claimed collect Fuck rap, man I study with the greatest of minds Who rose and a moms who recognize I want the same respect Who only own one turban and ain't change it yet Who spoke about money from the wants to gets Half the inventory is the same as the debt Three quarters of the Earth poor, what plan is that? The streets taught science and I named it rap We talk about love but it ashamed us **Song ends abruptly, may be continued