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Yeah
It's too late in the game now Platinum-berg
We done came to far
All my soldiers There's no turning back March!
Hey, yo, these cats don't be acting right They don't be rapping tight
They whole style switch quick like a hermaphrodite
Ya'll ready kill the beat
Now we livin' in the afterlife
And whether black or white y'all feel the sacrifice
I'm moving past the ice to crystal medallion, shit faced wilding poppin bottles like valiums
Drink by the gallon and pissed on your album, the profile
We two coked out Italians
These labels didn't sign me, figure the loss
Now I got AnR's just to get at their boss
Settin' it up for now I'm letting them floss
But Imma stress it till I'm blue just to get it across
You dudes ain't worth a dime
I work on my time
You try you try but just can't hurt my shine
I ride the beat till my brain gives birth to rhyme
Immaculate conceptions the first of its kind
You want a gangster movie
Let it out, you wanna roll with the real Get it now
You got fire, okay spit it out
I'm at the block with the bird
Yo we 'bout to get it now
I thought I told ya'll before
I will not lose
I done came too far
I paid my dues
I done seen it all
I made my moves
I will not stop!
It's the return of the live cat yellin' them wisecracks
Makin' them lines then I'm breakin' them rhymesacks
Now hold up, wait, did he just say Rhymesacks?
I'm on my grind, Hustlins' just where my minds at
Rewind that over again
Bang this in your Rove or Benz
Eh yo I told ya
And Imma tell ya again
That I'm a soldier right until the end
Takin' over
When the ink explode from my pen
Whether I'm sober or drunk off of Gin
Whether I'm loaded or broke with no ends
When it comes to hoes nothing's what I'm going to spend
I ain't shit talking, kriss poppin' or flossin'
Tryin' to get money like my last name's Rothman
So while you getting them dollars
Just holla my demographic
It's simple everybody and they momma
You want a gangster movie
Let it out, you wanna roll with the real Get it now
You got fire, okay spit it out
I'm at the block with the bird
Yo we 'bout to get it now
I thought I told ya'll before
I will not lose
I done came too far
I paid my dues
I done seen it all
I made my moves
I will not stop!
Is that the best you can do?
Huh, you sound cheap
Better play the background with the rest of the sheep
Ya'll look dumb all the same like livestock
Better off to drop Pop Country why not?
But when it comes to rap you played out like high tops
You see ya'll follow I style while I set the trend
Ya'll talk and front while I get them ends
Ya'll fantasize while I hit the skins
And whoever's the king or the next of king
Have chicks hoppin' the border like Mexicans
Getting in line tryin to get blessed by him
They sense these other cats' it's bitch
Like estrogen
Standing around, you tryin' to look hardcore
Only thing I don't get: What you're waiting for?
You see all you get in life is all you take so
Imma grab everything and leave ya'll with the hate
You want a gangster movie
Let it out, you wanna roll with the real Get it now
You got fire, okay spit it out
I'm at the block with the bird
Yo we 'bout to get it now
I thought I told ya'll before
I will not lose
I done came too far
I paid my dues
I done seen it all
I made my moves
I will not stop!
Writer(s): Raymond Michel Rousseau, Benjamin Rinehart
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