Lyrics:
The range in hip hop is crazy
Really gets to me lately
They Lil Yatchy
I'm lil shotty by how you gauge it
Damn
Same story
I just flip through
That's why I keep speaking
I'm giving em hope still
I got the labels hanging by my coat tail
You blow off a single, your album ain't do sales
Oh well...
I
percent of the game
Tell me how could you switch up when you got a lil sip of the fame
I'll drop this single and then when the album drops, it'll simmer
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm
in a bigger position, I paid my dues
I keep God first, cause that's the rules
I'm a changed man, the same man
I'm Lil' Flip, I stick to the game
steal my style
I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile
[Lil' Flip talking]
Know what I'm sayin'
Lil' Flip
I'm a tell y'all
We ain't had no songs
That was jus' gangsta on our album
[Lil Fizz]
This right here
Is about to be gangsta
[J Boog]
You
niggaz running from the cops, well I ain't running no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
cold since way back Flip Mode
Lil PimP I been cold since way back Flip Mode
Front line I was en rolled trap nigga ten fold
Lil PimP I been cold since way
album, 'gon show that y'all my support in this
For now, listen to Fortunate
That's real raps, real pain
Real struggles, real gains
Real emotion, real
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
Buddha I'm that kid allow me to introduce
I just got it how I live I couldn't play it by the rules
And if I told you what I did you would say I was
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour
Pop my collar, DAMN NIGGA, Doc a rider
Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana
Lil' Fame got the llama
I
I can't leave the house
Without my muhf******
Skrap nigga
Every slime
Ain't my kind
I d'ont need ya dap lil nigga
Got some real killas
That'll
Romeo exposed him, that nigga really hate him
He said you stole all his money, nigga, you never paid him (what?)
Why he do that to Lil Romeo? That's
more cap
Than lids
I fight rap
When I spit
Imma flip it
Rip it
Get it
Spit it
Mess the world up like Adam sinning
Saved by blood no Suu whoop
No
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
the crib
Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefin' at the whiz, what?
Lil' Kim and Will:
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
Ever since I stepped in this
I been kept it 100
Aye
Seen a lotta y'all team hopping
Y'all make me sick to my stomach
Aye
Don't get too high little
they're so hot
Yo last album sound like Kidz Bop
Yo last hit was a time hop
And you wonder why all the hype stopped
You write raps that shit's soft
I pop
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