New game..
Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate
And my lyrics stay flow as if I was collegian (smart)
Take my style you need it Cus the shit I''m hearing on the radio is so
repeated
So repetitive, not to be confused with competitive
Get a bar of this you need a sedative
It''ll keep you up all night Analyze it dissect it, pretty tough all
right
Cus I got some magic goin down
I summon up my powers and get tragic on the sound
Levin maggots on the ground (wow)
And I''m trying to do it twice and get some rich ass figures
Cus I''m tired of being nice to you bitch ass niggas
And the truth is, I ignore disses
You probably want my misses or you probably want my kisses, little
faggot
Never one for metaphors
But now I take competitors, bleeding through that set of doors
Cus I''m pretty jagged Flyer than TWA
We came to the game strong we ready to play
So watch how you speak it
Cus my niggas''ll break bats over your head until you leakin Nigga
take that
*Did y''all feel dat?
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y''all feel dat?
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah
*Repeat
What''s with this paper stuff? Buy ya shit, look how you be actin
Well I aint buyin shit but this one got you laughin
Tough actin like +Tinactin+ is how my game got you reactin
Keep on up them songs, look how you got me actin
Skaboo come through, Skaboo always come through
Shit pay a villain to a mind if a nigga asked you to
I''m feelin you supposed to Look at all the things that I go through
Ring the bell, gets the doll two before I''m even spoken to
What the block quick to blow ya spot
Why you sweatin when it was dead cold? I keeps it hot, hot!
Figure you could ride me and still play me like polo, that''s a no no
Now I''m platinum crackin and that''s fo sho'' though
Baby girl you aint know sexuality That got you watchin me jockin me
fuckin wit Quik, Quik and now she out for me
Pussy, torsi, pussy no working Skaboo Ha! Got your body jerkin
*Repeat (x2)
Now I''m as real as real gets
And I put that on a police spill fuckin with Quik I''ma be rich
And I ain''t got no doubt in my mind, change the game in a real way
Residential to presidential hey Y''all niggas don''t wanna see me ballin
Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin Puffin on nothin but
the bombest
On my way up to the studio to get my definition of "Ebonics"
Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time
5 G''s for a 40 second rap line God bless the voice of a young soldier
You don''t wanna party with the realest pass my chips over
Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left
Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess
Now we on the highway, doin it my way
Back up to the marial for my after party Did y''all feel dat?
*Repeat (x2)