Lyrics:
tryn get dem M's before I was old enough fa da league
I was tryn get dem M's before I was old enough fa da league
Ion trust ma bitch a told ha real shi
dreams in the spotlight, can't freeze up
Gotta make a move, money on the table, get up while I'm able, tryn to clean my hands
Had to understand, money
and dip
You know that the tables gon flip
When them niggas fall off man I know they be sick (Know they be what)
The way I just came in the game
And I'm
to they side, we militant
If they talking bout war, we can get it then
Know the game, cause I learned from the veterans
At the top of my league, need
in the big leagues
Ops looking played how I made out
I do arenas like big leagues
They know my songs and they say it loud
So step up with caution
It's
the ball to fall to Ballotelli
You know the rest
Coming in clutch
Would’ve though that I was dutch
The way tables did a Cryuff turn
I’m working for my
out, can't look like a fool (Shoot...)
You are beautiful
Out of my league, but you're suitable
Ask for me girl I'll be your usual
I can sing for you just
of marbles on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm flashin'
Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real
on the table test supernatural
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand leagues
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe
Relax
Dippin' the four though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin' logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign
face
With all that talkin'? You don't
Even have to try
You're cool enough to hang with me tonight
Lookin' at the table, yeah
I see the reason why
Baby,
hey (you know the routine)
Mike Amiri put a hole in my jeans
I ain't playin', in a whole 'nother league
Go to Philly, then I go to Reddys
Then I
This is the remix
League of Starz
Trend on the beat
Ayy, ayy, bitch, try this
Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi bitch
You ain't down,
when you playing my game, it's not wonder that you shooting bricks
Keep it pushing, please, you are not in my league (nah)
I'm independently doing
I've nothing left to give
You never call me now at all
You brush it all under the table
To see how you might feel
Bridge
Are you out of my league
at my face
Romantic talking? You don't even have to try
You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight
Lookin' at the table, all I see is weed and white
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Let's go
This shit ain't for the weak (nah)
Grab the scuba gear 'cause this shit get
account
Identity
The league of youth
Coming backward at me
Thirty Frames a second
Say who you are
Go back to father
Father where's my food?
You
material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay
Companies downsizing, inflation's rising
when winnin' was not an option
The system we compete against is farm to table hand
Pickin' them ingredients, civil disobedience
Encyclopedia,
account
Identity
The league of youth
Coming backward at me
Thirty frames a second
Say who you are
Go back to father
Father where's my food?
You
the order was insipiration
And ain't no disrespect to the masons
But you try to keep secrets then it leads to speculation
Only those in league with Satan
bread what you done for you bludclart mum
Wait,
I ain’t like dem, I walk that talk,
I’m in a different league
Fiends… all on me, supply that drop
We
Different league (league)
I'm on a whole different level (level)
You know you're gone clear
When you no longer care about whips and kettles (kettles)
I
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