Lyrics:
that Fed Up
I changed the damn game, so I deserve me a fair play
So put some respect on my damn name (fair)
Now Wendy Williams mad with me? But I
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
probably measure it by the volts
You do a show and you act like a gag reflex
I'm watchin' you choke (Ha)
One thing I can't stand is someone who's doin'
'Cause even thug niggas pray
Hopin' God hear me, I entered the game
Look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame
Made a lot
mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
Tryin' to hold on to my little chunk but now but a punk
In the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth in the trunk
changed my situation talking cash shit
Ain't nothing worse than a pretty broke bad bitch
I sell it all by the gram and smoke it by the ounce
And if she
again
Different era same old game
They changed it's name once or twice
Dressed if different, and upped the price
And if any question, all a lie
(tell
If this day, was your last, would it pass by or would you live fast?
What if you played the lotto, won some big cash?
Would you blow it all or would
out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh,
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh,
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
changed
And I don't have time for the hustler's game'
You can't stop it, baby
The Batterram
The Batterram
You can't stop it, baby
The Batterram
Come on
Uh, I need some he'd
Say uh I need some he'd
Game over - We're taking over
I'm on the frontline - I'm a soldier
Your a liar - A vampire
I can't remember when I was young
When I was really happy in my life
I could never think about my future self
And no matter how my life has changed
I
holds you hostage so weak you can't put up a fight
Breaking you down piece by motherfucking piece
Shit has got to cease
War on you I declare war on you
their game like an actress
I flip that shit back like Baptist
Looks like ain't had enough practice
Nah they ain't had enough practice
I'm back
in everything from asshole to the nasal passage
Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA
Now she got nobody to blame
I been spittin raw,
you ever noticed that nothing has changed for you since then
Manoeuvring and calculating seems to just make sense
In case things are coming my way that
make sense of the world
If your conscious is attacked?
Man I'm tryna' find Tartaria
When all the history has changed
And all the truth has been erased
aggravated to get them punks all agitated
I'm a student of the game, I'll give the old college try
To keep growing wiser, but won't compromise
Look it's more
the crown housin I'm buckin' 'em down
Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce
When I get up in the game beware
Put a pimp on a hope
classic, rappin from Jurassic
I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk
From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk
But uh, I heard
You're such a little whore
Egotistic, self-absorbed
Nothing matters anymore
The other shoe has hit the floor
We pay to play your game
Nothing's
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