Lyrics
Rappers be chasing them fame bucks, but they dont know how fame sucks
Half of them are just lame ducks, they need to step their game up.
I come through in a Range bruh. Swoop dames up.
Snitches keep bringing my name up. Middle finger to the law I been framed up.
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framed up, they made it up. Somebody said they got sprayed up. Jump out boys about to raid'em up. But I dont worry bout it lawyers paid up.
I dont sleep. I stayed up. I'm prayed up, so I came up.
Go beastmode, get tamed up. Spit hot fire, get flamed up.
Wait your turn, learn how to earn or you might get sprayed with powder burns.
You spit sick, I got the cure. A young on the go black entrepreneur.
A force major, I headline the tour / eat rappers up like carnivore. Bringing that uncut, raw, the pure. I'm positive kid -PediaSure.
A provocateur, not an amateur / knock'em off their feet like pedicure.
Take shots at my name, Ya'll should refrain / Cut across the grain. We are not the same.
Nothing to lose and the world to gain / These rappers are pink, I must be the Brain.
bringing the pain, abdicate your reign / here to change the game like I change lanes. Make girls disappear - David Blaine
Music playing in Bahrain, Africa, Yucatan / Amsterdam, Bangkok and Spain / Like Django mane, I'm off the chain.
No matter the measure, whatever the pleasure / not Floyd but I make everyday Mayweather.
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Rappers be chasing them fame bucks, but they dont know how fame sucks
Half of them are just lame ducks, they need to step their game up.
I come through in a Range bruh. Swoop dames up.
Snitches keep bringing my name up. Middle finger to the law I been framed up.
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C to the Vo, from the Mo., you already know. I go blow for blow / toe to toe, doe for doe, neck on froze, wrist 10 below.
With that glow, light up the show / smack rappers down like domino. Ya'll playing chess, I'm on to Go. Ride the beat like a rodeo
On the track like mustangs. With no pain there's no gain / So strange, must be deranged, these rappers so soft, whip'em like meringue / haters and I, we remain estranged, cause they could not extinguish the flame.
Tyler Perry's, House of Pain / I'm the kid, like Prince in Purple Reign (aaah).
Better than this? Yeah, you wish / throw your spades in, this Bid Whis.
Reading their hands while I ran a Boston / On milk cartons, I think I lost'em / Flake MC, I had to frost'em.
Not the fastest, not the slowest, name ain't Nas, but might be the closest / not the richest, not the poorest
Haters hate, but can't ignore us, Mixtapes bore us, rappers sweet as florists / German horses, so I go Black Forest
