You young n****s swear you got the sauce
But you barely got the soup
This beat so hard, had to put this shit on loop
I only come alive when I'm locced inside the booth
She down to come with me but I think she came here in a group
Aye before I picc this money up
Don't nobody move
I know people got them egos
They ain't got nothing to lose
But before you fucc around and blow it, come walk in my shoes
Then you'll see that you was trippin
And I ain't sign up for no cruise
POOF!
I'm out the door
I'm out the way
I'm outta this century
N****s mad 'cause they wasn't listening
When I was giving free
Game, you a lame
And that's something I cannot change
You cannot take a shot at me
I'm too far out your range
You cannot get as fly as me
I'm not even on this plane
You'll never be as high as me
We smoking different strains
This line's for any instance
That you spelling out my name
Just make sure you remember
Capital "R" before the "a"
Okey, Okay, Ok
They say
"John you should drop a mixtape"
I'm killing the whole project
Before we could get mid way
Before you could get to tracc six
I done already killed every song
You got on ya tracc list
You lames get no traction
Ima
Big
Shit
Talker
Street walker
Making big offers
Living safer
Used to pull the caper
Quicc to wager
Im the smartest
In the market
You could be a target
Work your hardest
Moments darken
Get more than you bargained
Im in tune
Im in sync
This my habitat
You a tune tryna link
Im not having that
Only ride for the gang
(Can you roger that?)
You n****s think you Roger Rabbit
But you Roger Rat
These bars shoot off like automatic
Give you heart attacc
I sound like I'm going on a tangent?
You should run it bacc
I audible
Catch the bag
And scramble like a running bacc
You rather hear me saying, "aye"
Like what the fucc is that
You n****s all sounding the same
This is not fuccing rap
I cannot fucc with it
Remember when
Getting the M was on my buccet list
Some people stucc in it
I used to be in the system
But now I'm buccing it
CHURCH
Yea man
N****s in Memphis always talking
Bout, "I'm King of the city n***a
I run the blocc n***a!"
Like, pipe down uglass n***a
Ole
"Still living with my momma"
Ass n***a
Ole
"Never left the hood"
Ass n***a
You n****s da King of the Projects
You ain't een havin' nothin'
Calm down
Chill out
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You young n****s swear you got the sauce
But you barely got the soup
This beat so hard, had to put this shit on loop
I only come alive when I'm locced inside the booth
She down to come with me but I think she came here in a group
Aye before I picc this money up
Don't nobody move
I know people got them egos
They ain't got nothing to lose
But before you fucc around and blow it, come walk in my shoes
Then you'll see that you was trippin
And I ain't sign up for no cruise
POOF!
I'm out the door
I'm out the way
I'm outta this century
N****s mad 'cause they wasn't listening
When I was giving free
Game, you a lame
And that's something I cannot change
You cannot take a shot at me
I'm too far out your range
You cannot get as fly as me
I'm not even on this plane
You'll never be as high as me
We smoking different strains
This line's for any instance
That you spelling out my name
Just make sure you remember
Capital "R" before the "a"
Okey, Okay, Ok
They say
"John you should drop a mixtape"
I'm killing the whole project
Before we could get mid way
Before you could get to tracc six
I done already killed every song
You got on ya tracc list
You lames get no traction
Ima
Big
Shit
Talker
Street walker
Making big offers
Living safer
Used to pull the caper
Quicc to wager
Im the smartest
In the market
You could be a target
Work your hardest
Moments darken
Get more than you bargained
Im in tune
Im in sync
This my habitat
You a tune tryna link
Im not having that
Only ride for the gang
(Can you roger that?)
You n****s think you Roger Rabbit
But you Roger Rat
These bars shoot off like automatic
Give you heart attacc
I sound like I'm going on a tangent?
You should run it bacc
I audible
Catch the bag
And scramble like a running bacc
You rather hear me saying, "aye"
Like what the fucc is that
You n****s all sounding the same
This is not fuccing rap
I cannot fucc with it
Remember when
Getting the M was on my buccet list
Some people stucc in it
I used to be in the system
But now I'm buccing it
CHURCH
Yea man
N****s in Memphis always talking
Bout, "I'm King of the city n***a
I run the blocc n***a!"
Like, pipe down uglass n***a
Ole
"Still living with my momma"
Ass n***a
Ole
"Never left the hood"
Ass n***a
You n****s da King of the Projects
You ain't een havin' nothin'
Calm down
Chill out
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But you barely got the soup
This beat so hard, had to put this shit on loop
I only come alive when I'm locced inside the booth
She down to come with me but I think she came here in a group
Aye before I picc this money up
Don't nobody move
I know people got them egos
They ain't got nothing to lose
But before you fucc around and blow it, come walk in my shoes
Then you'll see that you was trippin
And I ain't sign up for no cruise
POOF!
I'm out the door
I'm out the way
I'm outta this century
N****s mad 'cause they wasn't listening
When I was giving free
Game, you a lame
And that's something I cannot change
You cannot take a shot at me
I'm too far out your range
You cannot get as fly as me
I'm not even on this plane
You'll never be as high as me
We smoking different strains
This line's for any instance
That you spelling out my name
Just make sure you remember
Capital "R" before the "a"
Okey, Okay, Ok
They say
"John you should drop a mixtape"
I'm killing the whole project
Before we could get mid way
Before you could get to tracc six
I done already killed every song
You got on ya tracc list
You lames get no traction
Ima
Big
Shit
Talker
Street walker
Making big offers
Living safer
Used to pull the caper
Quicc to wager
Im the smartest
In the market
You could be a target
Work your hardest
Moments darken
Get more than you bargained
Im in tune
Im in sync
This my habitat
You a tune tryna link
Im not having that
Only ride for the gang
(Can you roger that?)
You n****s think you Roger Rabbit
But you Roger Rat
These bars shoot off like automatic
Give you heart attacc
I sound like I'm going on a tangent?
You should run it bacc
I audible
Catch the bag
And scramble like a running bacc
You rather hear me saying, "aye"
Like what the fucc is that
You n****s all sounding the same
This is not fuccing rap
I cannot fucc with it
Remember when
Getting the M was on my buccet list
Some people stucc in it
I used to be in the system
But now I'm buccing it
CHURCH
Yea man
N****s in Memphis always talking
Bout, "I'm King of the city n***a
I run the blocc n***a!"
Like, pipe down uglass n***a
Ole
"Still living with my momma"
Ass n***a
Ole
"Never left the hood"
Ass n***a
You n****s da King of the Projects
You ain't een havin' nothin'
Calm down
Chill out
RELAX
Writer: John Holmes Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid