Look how we dress we fly just like DeltanAll we need is food, clothing, and shelternStreetsweepers on the risenThe wait is over I arrivenThe 1.5 million dollar mannJust to think I started with one grandnI know you got hundreds and millions god damnnI'ma catch up just give me a time spannHow it feel when you shake my handnFeel like money don't it, my mannAnd I wanna thank most of my fansnWithout y'all I wouldn't be who I amnWho we are myself and my famnThe knockout kings me and NasaamnI know you tired of them same nine jamsnOn the radio all day, I amnA relief like walkin' on hot sandnThen steppin' in cold water, I cannBecome a millionaire just for rhymin' on micsnI'm about to have the time of my lifenn[Chorus: Isley Brothers]nnWalked in the store and copped me a cold bottlenAll the kids love me they say I'm their role modelnThis pretty little girl she ran up on me fastnShe said 'My name's Asia can I get your autograph?'nI praise the kids so when I signed the papernIt read 'Papoose in the name of Asia'nWouldn't be here if my mom's wasn't in labornSo let me walk you through the laws of naturenI swam up a fallopian tube, hopin it lead through wellnFertilized joined with an egg to form a single cellnWith anxiety, divided, and redevided entirelynChangin' to two trillion cells, all different varietiesnOff the stress of this chain of events, grown reliablynTime prevented me but my destiny was societynI just borned you, like she borned menNow the children of the world can seenn[Chorus: Isley Brothers]nnWe hold each other down like real brothers shouldnKnowledge before wisdom we understoodnThey try to come between us, none of those suckers couldnCause you can't penetrate steel with lumber woodnMoney over sex and honor before moneynDeath before dishonor, feed you if you hungrynFam before friends, no outside trustnHe might be your man but he ain't one of usnIt be outsiders that put a family in a warnTell him watch his head before they cut it offnHe sellin' three grams and tellin' em' it's a ballnThey comin' back for that point 5 they want it allnWe was on the grind when the company wasnJust division, now I give the country a buzznMy blood brotha not because he a thugnYou my brotha, brotherly love...nn[Chorus: Isley Brothers]