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Really
Lil bro like "Put me in the game, Coach"
I'm like "Put you in the game?...Think you ready for the game?"
He like "Yeah, nigga
I'm ready for the game. Why not?"
I'm like "Aight"
Well, the first step is the most important step
MonstaBeatz

I'm in the cut like (Cut like)
Like I don't give a fuck like (I don't give a fuck like)
The ill shit don't get much hype (Ugh)
They ain't nothing like me (Me)
Nothing like we or the set
Indie rap budget on my neck (Riiiiight)
I wish you niggas all the best, I do (I do)
I wish that all them checks come through (I do)
I wish them likes turn into real life stripes for you
Do all the frontin' you like to do
You barely likeable (Mmmm)
All my flows recitable (Ugh)
All your flows recyclable (Ugh)
False numbers, who talking price witchu?
Street shit, you ain't even that type of dude (Really)
Yeah, all the stories got me baffled
But niggas talk that talk.like naturals
And what's with these rap niggas with the satchels? (Boys)
Send one of my bitches to get at you (Right)
Live sermon from the chapel
Sent the kite over to Priest Andretti
He brought the pack through (Ugh)
I get you out of the way, no hassle
Body snatch a grown ass man, kidnap you

Somewhere gettin' laid (Laid)
I don't want a crib, I want a state (State)
I don't want a pool, I want a lake (Lake)
Hundred fifty thousand in the safe (Ugh)
Holla in a day, show you niggas how to move a play
Somewhere gettin' laid (Laid)
I don't want a crib, I want a state (State)
I don't want a pool, I want a lake (Lake)
Hundred fifty thousand in the safe (Ugh)
Holla in a day, show you niggas how to move a play (Aye, aye)

Niggas done got me started
Coulda left me in the crib
I was posted, roasted, watchin' Martin (Ugh)
But it's too late (Too late), there's game in ya face
Money on the move like the bank account wearin' track shoes (Yeah)
Runnin' numbers up, double every month
Gettin' everything I want
A hustler's work is never done (Always never done)
Look at what I pulled up in, bitches tryna push up on
Talkin' bout she usually ain't that aggressive
Oh bitch, come on
Whatchu gon' do though?
I have room service send you up a fruit bowl (Send you up a fruit bowl)
Rolled three joints up quick 'cause I'm too cold (I'm too cold)
Spell my shit out with two Os (Two Os)
Double OG, been super high in this bitch super lowkey (Super lowkey)
Black Trans Am packed on the corner
Two young niggas in that bitch smokin' marijuana (Smokin' marijuana)
Know the hammers on em (Hammers on em)
It's about to start storming (About to start storming)
Ignored the warnin' (Ignored the warnin')
Fuck it, that's y'all then (That's y'all then)
I got a text about it, I was in Miami that mornin'
I don't want the crib, I want the southern vision (Want the southern vision)
Get money or stop livin', broke niggas trippin'

Somewhere gettin' laid (Laid, Yeah)
I don't want a crib, I want a state (State)
I don't want a pool, I want a lake (Lake)
Hundred fifty thousand in the safe (Ugh)
Holla in a day, show you niggas how to move a play
Somewhere gettin' laid (Laid)
I don't want a crib, I want a state (State)
I don't want a pool, I want a lake (Lake)
Hundred fifty thousand in the safe (Ugh)
Holla in a day, show you niggas how to move a play



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Pompey, Daryl A. Harleaux, John A. Fitch, Shante Scott Franklin
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