Intro II
X
Yeahhhhh
Put me in coach
Yeah
Young Nassau nigga
With a chip on his shoulder
Swear to god
It's getting too easy for a nigga like me
When the bars getting hotter
And the beats getting colder
Over
I've been rapping so much
That I think my Hits starting to feel like a Boulder
Imma need a Rover
All black bulletproof
Riding through the snow in the streets of Minnesota
Hit me when I'm sober
So much shots to the head
That I think I'm gonna feel this when I'm older
Fuck was I thinking
How the fuck I'm friends with these rappers
But I'm outchea still tryna run em over
The streets need closure
Xmust that nigga with The Gift
And he still can't seem to find composure
Lame ass niggas wanna flex with the bread
And it ain't even theirs
Nigga you a poser
Listen to me closely
Cause imma say this once
For the niggas in the game and the niggas in the back
Do you wanna be a made nigga or a street nigga
Fucking pick a side
But I know it ain't rap
I'm a say this one more time
On behalf of the real hitters
Fuck that song
You can't rap
Ya shit been whack
So I ain't tryna hear bout the moves and the songs that you made way back
A nigga bout to snap
Gat damn what is this shit
How yall get a nigga spitting like that
Lingo done told me
Rocks done showed me
My girl been riding
I just want for her to hold me
My niggas been proud
All of the music in the industry
And niggas see me rapping like the old me
Champagne Poetry
Cause I've been certified as a lover
Man I know some girls really tried to hold me
But baby that's the old me
Yeah
They ain't ready for a nigga
This the type a riddim made for a king
I said I was gonna show em from the first track
This a bad idea
They don't want me in the ring
When I cop a diamond imma put it in a ring
Tone deaf niggas think it's all about the bling
Bullet start backflipping like Jet Li
But I call the choppa Chloe
Cause I like it when she sing
Yeah
I'm him
A nigga done made it
Gatta thank God for the pioneers
Cause niggas really came and they paved it
How should I say this
The rap game been checked out
Man that shit done died
And I saved it
Yeah
How the fuck should I say this
The rap game been checked out
Man that shit done died
Nigga I saved it
Yeahhhhh
Put me in coach
Yeah
Young Nassau nigga
With a chip on his shoulder
Swear to god
It's getting too easy for a nigga like me
When the bars getting hotter
And the beats getting colder
Over
I've been rapping so much
That I think my Hits starting to feel like a Boulder
Imma need a Rover
All black bulletproof
Riding through the snow in the streets of Minnesota
Hit me when I'm sober
So much shots to the head
That I think I'm gonna feel this when I'm older
Fuck was I thinking
How the fuck I'm friends with these rappers
But I'm outchea still tryna run em over
The streets need closure
Xmust that nigga with The Gift
And he still can't seem to find composure
Lame ass niggas wanna flex with the bread
And it ain't even theirs
Nigga you a poser
Listen to me closely
Cause imma say this once
For the niggas in the game and the niggas in the back
Do you wanna be a made nigga or a street nigga
Fucking pick a side
But I know it ain't rap
I'm a say this one more time
On behalf of the real hitters
Fuck that song
You can't rap
Ya shit been whack
So I ain't tryna hear bout the moves and the songs that you made way back
A nigga bout to snap
Gat damn what is this shit
How yall get a nigga spitting like that
Lingo done told me
Rocks done showed me
My girl been riding
I just want for her to hold me
My niggas been proud
All of the music in the industry
And niggas see me rapping like the old me
Champagne Poetry
Cause I've been certified as a lover
Man I know some girls really tried to hold me
But baby that's the old me
Yeah
They ain't ready for a nigga
This the type a riddim made for a king
I said I was gonna show em from the first track
This a bad idea
They don't want me in the ring
When I cop a diamond imma put it in a ring
Tone deaf niggas think it's all about the bling
Bullet start backflipping like Jet Li
But I call the choppa Chloe
Cause I like it when she sing
Yeah
I'm him
A nigga done made it
Gatta thank God for the pioneers
Cause niggas really came and they paved it
How should I say this
The rap game been checked out
Man that shit done died
And I saved it
Yeah
How the fuck should I say this
The rap game been checked out
Man that shit done died
Nigga I saved it
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Ferguson
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