Lyrics

Let the Band Play Rap game ain't ready for a nigga like me 'cause this shit no cap, no sun visor Yeah, I been getting money, got a whole lot of everything And you know it's Paper Route Business Know I got a whole lot of niggas in they feelings Been shittin' on niggas, I'm filthy rich Got a knife on my neck 'cause I'm killin' shit So hot, I'll make you run up out the building, bitch Yeah, I set the trends, I make the young niggas go get it in I could fall back for a while just to show you lil' niggas that you can't beat me to the end I'm way too fire, you shouldn't even begin Yeah, I took a lot of L's just to win Thank God I been smooth like wind All my niggas in the feds or the pen' Hide some this shit down the road for my dawgs Any time that I can like, "I got you, my friend" I feel the pain that you're feelin', my nigga This shit hurt me too like I'm all in your skin I used the means just to get out the streets But the streets is what paid me and made me a man Most of you niggas ain't shit without money I'll blow all this shit and start over again I had to do this shit solo, solo I ran up 30 and bought me a Rollo Rollie, this bitch don't take heat, rollin' I had to come from the bottom, stay focused I told my bitches I don't need emotion I was gettin' load after load, I was loaded You niggas sit around niggas with money Then 'rap bout this shit, man, you niggas be posin' Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah) Do he got digits for real? (Yeah) I had to get it for real (for real, for real) You niggas rap what I live (for real, for real) Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah) Do he got digits for real? (Yeah) I had to get it for real You niggas rap what I live Even my haters know I got big racks Pussy said different and I never gave his bitch back All my opps know shots get sent back Yeah, I'm real cool, but I still can get with that Mindin' my business, long money what I'm gettin' at, yeah Eatin' real good, pockets gettin' fat, yeah Niggas rap deal, I done spent that, yeah Broke ass niggas, go fix that, yeah Damn, this young nigga for real (for real?) And he got digits for real (for real?) I had to get it for real (yeah) You niggas rap while I live (yeah) Damn this young nigga for real (for real, for real) And he got digits for real (for real, for real) I had to get it for real (yeah) You niggas rap while I live (yeah, yeah, yeah) For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, yeah For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha For real, for real, for real, this shit for real, my nigga
Writer(s): Kenneth Greene, Krishon O'brien Gaines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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