No Prince Akeem

Lyrics

Hook Akeem Jones, why you always on my weight? Every roll call, got a joke you gotta say We been gang gang since the day we landed Now I’m lookin’ at my mans like, “How this shit happened?” Akeem Jones, better stay up in your lane ‘Fore Big Semi start airin’ out your name You talk slick, but the facts don’t lean your way This ain’t Zamunda, ain’t no Prince Akeem today Verse 1 We been gang gang since the day we landed And little by little I seen you leaning left handed Pose to be my mans but you keep coming out the side of your neck Pose to be a level 2 but the general got you in check Every day you got a fat joke ready to fire Meanwhile your whole image got the gang inspired Got your hands folded tight in a praying position Everybody lookin’ nervous ’bout the next decision With your nails painted got you in praying position You almost halfway there you finna finish the transition How you posed to move up if you’re on all fours? Oh wait that’s right you’re too immature Hook Akeem Jones, why you always on my weight? Like your whole career ain’t depend on gettin’ saved Akeem Jones, stop the cappin’, stop the games You keep shootin’ at Big Semi, now I’m callin’ out your name Akeem Jones, better chill before I cook Got the whole gang laughin’ every time they take a look You can crack jokes, but the truth gon’ always ring This Big Semi and you ain’t coming to America, there’s no Prince Akeem Verse 2 Got the nerve to talk crazy knowing the shit I seen This Big Semi and you ain’t coming to America, there’s no Prince Akeem You the foreman, but sometimes you be actin’ like the crew Throwin’ shots all day, then get sensitive when they shoot You be jokin’ on my stomach, jokin’ on my plate But you spend more time roastin’ than coordinatin’ dates Supposed to lead the squad, set the standard for the team Instead you in the lunchroom tryna be the comedy king Talkin’ tough from the office while we out there in the field Tryna clown Big Semi like that ain’t a bad deal I’m just givin’ back the energy you brought into the room Now everybody yellin’, “Akeem, don’t let him do you!” Outro Nah, that’s still my mans, let me keep it all the way real But if he keep crackin’ jokes, I’ma keep collectin’ bills Akeem Jones, you know it’s all love at the end But today you caught a diss from one of your closest friends