Lyrics:
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It aint nuttin to talk greezy to me, I
do you greezy fa free.
You should know I'm not a game by now,
and you should
fa free.
You should know I'm not a game by now, and you should
definitely now my fuckin name by now.
Cassidy
Who the sickest in the game man?
Cassidy
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything I
you the last of a dying breed
Cause niggas like you'll make the fake bleed
Never banged either but respected by the riders
Now the game like a episode
bitch talkin' bout "make mine"
2 Rollies on the same wrist
Fuck that bitch
I don't waste time
So minute by minute
I calculate where it's my interest
motherfuckers is shady
By the way, don't let these industry motherfuckers get up in ya brain
Cause it's a mo-motherfuckin see you-cutthroat game
[Chorus 7x]
house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
That's the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have
to my producer timmi y, yeah
Have been in this game for so long
Been waiting for so long
Oluwa bless me with you all
Me appreciate the love una dey show
Or Final Fantasy 50: The Really Really Final Fantasy
A Smash game where no one fights cause they're all too busy clappin'
Silent Hill's a game about a hill
I'm gettin' on
I'm in the motherfucking game like Capcom
Fuck around then come get capped on by
A white boy from the sticks y'all
I'm just ridin'
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
need a week
And by that time I done made bout 2 albums
And proceed to leap, CookUp
These niccas make believe
Kitchen Murder came to fill the vacancy
work clothes or a dress shirt
Lesser men became intimidated by the alpha male
Hated for the great amount of tail that I'm about to nail
Bound to fail
the album
This is just the warm up
Still young and I still talk a big game
CoolRaf big like a tour bus
I got 100k on two songs
All thanks to work and grinding
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
hot!
My flow cold it be cooling down ya top (gheesh)
Got game go look how them panties drop
Got damn shame how your album flop
Got Steph range when I
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
homeboy, (have you heard of me?)
I don't play no muthafuckin games (dont play no muthafuckin games)
Have you heard of me?
You betta understand me playa
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
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