Lyrics:
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
niggas be lame, I be swerving in them lanes
If I got that lil chopper then I up it at yo brain
Cause my niggas insane aye
They don’t play no games aye
I
wonder I get speared by my peers, yeah I'm a target
It used to take a nation of millions for niggas not to be
Amerikkka's Most gave America hope
Back when
don't hold it from me
Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in
is?
Playin' the game, like Tetris, it hit
Bitch I don't like your demeanor
Fuck her one time and I'm destined to leave her
Yeah, sorry lil bitch I don't
still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I
Walk to the club don't introduce me
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Don't talk to me goofy
I'm so lit (Yeah)
Call me Mr. Groovy
Being lit
I'm living life like
I'm already marked
Marked by Christ! I'm already marked
I'm already marked, yes, I'm already marked
Got the Holy Spirit in me, I'm already marked
My
This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where
not need her
We don't do it for fun, lil' bitch
It's just that this paper, its got a lil' game, lil' bitch
I'm gambling life, a game in this bitch
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
cup
I gotta get a grip
I got shit that need fixing
Like making decisions that benefit me
Put me in a position
He fueled by the liquor
The animal in me
verses always crypted I don't ever over look it
I'm by the money if you looking couple thousands for the booking
You niggas fumble the bag I seen a chance
Mr Rocknroll
You know that is my name!
Mr Rocknroll
You know that is my game!
I can give you all you want
then I can give you more
They call me by so
a gun....
Just tryin to get a record on my wall like Rev Run...
Got bars by the Ton.. Like Neo Im the One...
Full speed ahead Like Gump.....
Might of Fell
and let his bitch drive it
I'm talkin' violation
My lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for
The love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold hearted
models
I dun reached da bandz
Mr if I gotta, and I gotta get it
I can't hold hand
Mr extra guala but its benihana under ceiling fan
Mr might just meet your
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
Whole lotta loud in a lil' Backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip, I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
Girl the way you're
true to the game
Nobody rebukin' my name after this
I got 200 words for the man who think it's never over lil dummy it's over dismissed
We wrap up your
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
game
Forty thousand cash lil nigga
This a plain Jane
Uh, I'm the one who sold cocaine
Gave you the game
So you ain't have to do it mane
See my pain run
Just keep them away from me
I lost my lil brother my mind my feelings my hearted man somebody pray for me
My foot on the gas I’m all In my bag
I
maybe i should open a school
The game is my son so that makes me a dad
Imagine a son left by his dad
Hopeless and helpless till dead
The game needs me
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