Lyrics:
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
covered up by night when you're away.
When you're away the image of your face is clear,
It is clear across the room and I am here,
Against the wall,
Text on 'read', and it ain't no accident
Boy, I ain't gon' ask again now you got me in my head
Waiting by the phone at night, that's shit that I
I'm gonna move into
A house without windows
So I won't see you walking by, walking by
With your new love
There in the darkness of
My house
We'll buy you a new liver
By the way which one is FIDLAR
Well don't you know the name of the game
It's called the streaming train
Well don't you know
I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
brand new
I got ice, ridiculous price
Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm)
I'm fishin' and the bitches will bite
It's prolly cause my game
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
plus they say they won't blow it
All I hear "c'mon 'cause you know I'm good for it" (man)
[Chorus: x4]
Now don't get me wrong 'cause being rich is
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
here to play no games, but we here to win more
Fiji gang comin' strong like a sea storm
Turnin' up, all these niggas blowin' up like C4
Trizy a, in
the hunter gets captured by the game
I had to lay such a tender trap
Hoping you might fall into it
Love hit me like a sudden slap
One kiss and then I knew it
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha'
hair clean, it's not a fair game
Can't trust how they move, and his solitaire chain
His bust down Cuban with the new 'Rari truck
Cuts down the music,
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
They all say, and everything's so true,
We fellows run around with someone new,
Cause I'm leaving, leaving here,
Yeah, one by one, yeah two by two,
to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was
no disrespect
To your name
Life is not a game
Prayboi is my name
I got a big brain
C4 going to the hall of fame
Production is bad but the beats
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
"You've loved me exquisitely."
"I tried to."
"Can we be best of friends now?"
"I never lied to you."
"And can I love
of wires
We opened doors by thinking
We went to sleep by dialing 'o'
We drove to work by proxy
I plugged my wife in, just for show
New ways, new
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
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