[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Oh shit
Whole lotta rapping going on
Don [?]
You get old, you start talking that [?]
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I'm calling these niggas out
I figured they ain't as big as they mouth
Had no guns or no birds down south
Never been in a droubt
Bagged up raw, [?] right from the store
[?] mami, [?]
Eighth floor from the elevater, right to the door
[?] snif that, fuck that straw
Real shit though
Butter [?] and barbeque chips
That was then, I wasn't worried 'bout no Blood or no Crips
I remember the first time I put my dick on her lips
She start to suck and turn around, and put my hands on her hips
And bang bang bang, like that, a star was born
Check the window, make sure my mom car was gone
Now I'm in the penthouse, now I'm in the deluxe
Now I'm like a rapstar, and I made a few bucks
And I bought a few trucks, and I bought a few cribs
Redid the entrences, nice now where I live
Ring like "who is that?"
Put the package right there
Burn [?] cookies out
Put it in the atmosphere
Still an OG though
Got it on me all times
Bairley do the clubs now
Only when it's money time
Stick to myself now
That's how I stay rich
I hate looking at niggas
I'd rather see a pretty bitch
Silverback gorilla
None came free
Don't judge you, don't judge me
[Chorus: Whispers]
Nigga, go get your game up
You probably thought I would change up
[?] same cut
If you mobbin, just know [?]
Shit that you can't [?]
Nigga, go get your game up
You probably thought I would change up
[?] same cut
If you mobbin, just know [?]
Shit that you can't [?]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
When I got the game, I just gave it back to the brothers
And I can hit one of your favorite rappers' mothers
Nice over a century
My first Rolie, Meek Mill was in elementary
Mention me
I'm here to adress [?]
And the tesla
Their shit is all entertainment, just like wrestlers
And they know it's consequences, they won't do it
They show me where the bag is at, and I go to it
Political ties is covering niggas' eyes
Same devil, but they just rock a different Disguise
Started on some [?] shit, now I'm on some [?] shit
To get your money right, you need a didgital face lift
It's gon' be a cold summer, get [?] heaters
God bless all the dick suckers and child eaters
Live life, get fresh
Fucking blow out reefer
Don't judge me, and I won't judge y'all neither
[Chorus: Whispers]
Nigga, go get your game up
You probably thought I would change up
[?] same cut
If you mobbin, just know [?]
Shit that you can't [?]
Nigga, go get your game up
You probably thought I would change up
[?] same cut
If you mobbin, just know [?]
Shit that you can't [?]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Came from the bottom, looking swell at the top
Just imagine what I did with the L and the [?]
Give me a 38, use every shell in the box
Got a pretty brown gun, yeah the melonan pop
And I should be a [?], I been doing dirt since niggas [?]
Yeah I'm a wolf
And I came with a gorilla
That's bigger than the skrilla
If my nigga ask, I will kill your ass for a C-note
And I'm cocky and why not?
I been knee deep since the chocolate top spot
Probably in the 5 drop
Or in the 6 drop
This is S.P. the ghost, and I let the blick pop
Used to have the [?] lucky I'm off work
Still knocking off work
[?]
Before you make a move
Gotta ask your boss first
When I make a move, niggas know I'm [?] first
Ghost
[Chorus: Whispers]
Nigga, go get your game up
You probably thought I would change up
[?] same cut
If you mobbin, just know [?]
Shit that you can't [?]
Nigga, go get your game up
You probably thought I would change up
[?] same cut
If you mobbin, just know [?]
Shit that you can't [?]
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