Lyrics:
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
Then he reached out in his pocket
And that was the moment I regret
"Well now boy, reach for the sky"
Y'all said, "but I don't understand, sir"
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
Then he reached out in his pocket
And that was the moment I regret
"Well now boy, reach for the sky"
Y'all said, "but I don't understand, sir"
Can you picture us rolling?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me?
We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track
very hot
See it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive.. I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon
Niggas marked out (yeah)
Nigga, pipe down, I don't fight hoes
I don't bust down, I don't like those
I like big wheels, you ain't got those (no)
This
over
Hell naw I ain't done yet
I L-B-C y'all bringin' that a G boy
Tonight its going down like free fall
Chevy bouncin' up and down like a fuckin'
Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper I don't show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up,
[Missy]
She's ah, uh uh, bitch
Yo, I'ma tell y'all straight up and down
It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal
She's ah, bitch
Ur
Uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don't think you are
I don't think so!
They got my back
know it
Wanna bring it you ain't ready for it
No right now what's ya tell em go get boy
And lights out
And nigga I ain't playing with ya
Come any
Ready for the world's game, this is my Olympics
We make 'em say ho 'cause the game's so pimpish
Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick
I insisted
of America's most wanted
In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Y'all niggas about to feel this
know her baby daddy got a whole bunch of mags (y'all ain't ready)
Valentino, Saint Laurent, Dolce, Gabbana
Giuseppe shoes, Jimmy Choos, and damn red
tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Right before I came into this bitch hot
Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop
Spent my life tryna
The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for
Ain't no doubt, we got a game plan
Well, I'm just ready to ride this Chevy
Ride this Chevy down a little backroad
Slide your pretty little self
Yeah
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy
LV canceled, you tell them to sue me
Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow
Need
or side B of this double CD
Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man
For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
The shit
home to Emory
Let's get back to this dinero
Ready for that war
Ready for that war, ready
You ain't ready yo, you radio you ain't really ready
Head
y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat y'all
When you wanna go around the world (I'm ready, uh)
And if you want me to fight your ex-girl for you (I'm ready
ain't, woo
Little foot, big foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that
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