Runneth Over

Homie go and sip that cup

'Til It Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

'Til It Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Homie go and sip that cup

Waitin' on this bomb t' drop

I can feel it with every record

we's about t' pop

Yeah, can't wait for all of them bright lights

In the limelight on world tours

rappin' on stages every night, uh

Katz be talkin' 'bout

who the hottest in the city

I'm thinkin' on a global scale

tryna make them millies

Talkin' yen, dinero, pesos, and them rmb's

Get that global paper, makin' foreign currencies

I'm tryna make the thrill big like Michael did it

But I don't want them charges from them hatin' women

Crusified 'em in the media, destroyed the king

But that music'll live forever, that's the greatest dream

For the fans to keep you vivid in pictures, livin' in spirit

Whether your appearance is close or distant, the fruits of your existence is

Rooted with the people

who see you, as a symbol

I've accepted the hand of fate

ya can't have the fortune without the fame

Want it every minute, so I know I gotta kill it

Even if it tries to martyrize me

But I'ma go and get it and then live it to the limit

G, and ain't nobody gonna stop me!

Homie go and sip that cup

'Til It Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

'Til It Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Homie go and sip that cup

I wonder when I'm famous

will I change up and move away

To Californ-i-a, go Hollywood with all the celebreties?

Will I be tempted to cheat on my fine dime piece and lose a great thing?

Will money try to break up al my family?

So many questions I need answered right away

Can I shield my family from the paparazzi?

I would hate to raise a kid that way

I'd prolly stay in my home state,

in my own city, 'cause people know me

They know I ain't on that bullshit

and my reputation's pretty good today

I can give back to the Eastside that birthed me

Bring new business to the table, get my people workin'

I'll be the first rap councilman in city hall

The 'hood is 'bouta get they winnings, shouts to J.T.O.

This thing'll likely make me, but never break me

I may be an entertainer, but I'm a little smart for the papers

Who write about us, get excited for us, then despise us at the same time

I'll be blessed either way and if you hate me, then get in line

Want it every minute, so I know I gotta kill it

Even if it tries to martyrize me

But I'ma go and get it and then live it to the limit

G, and ain't nobody gonna stop me!

Homie go and sip that cup

'Til It Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

'Til It Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Runneth Over, Runneth Over

Homie go and sip that cup