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Yeah It's too late in the game now Platinum-berg We done came to far All my soldiers There's no turning back March! Hey, yo, these cats don't be acting right They don't be rapping tight They whole style switch quick like a hermaphrodite Ya'll ready kill the beat Now we livin' in the afterlife And whether black or white y'all feel the sacrifice I'm moving past the ice to crystal medallion, shit faced wilding poppin bottles like valiums Drink by the gallon and pissed on your album, the profile We two coked out Italians These labels didn't sign me, figure the loss Now I got AnR's just to get at their boss Settin' it up for now I'm letting them floss But Imma stress it till I'm blue just to get it across You dudes ain't worth a dime I work on my time You try you try but just can't hurt my shine I ride the beat till my brain gives birth to rhyme Immaculate conceptions the first of its kind You want a gangster movie Let it out, you wanna roll with the real Get it now You got fire, okay spit it out I'm at the block with the bird Yo we 'bout to get it now I thought I told ya'll before I will not lose I done came too far I paid my dues I done seen it all I made my moves I will not stop! It's the return of the live cat yellin' them wisecracks Makin' them lines then I'm breakin' them rhymesacks Now hold up, wait, did he just say Rhymesacks? I'm on my grind, Hustlins' just where my minds at Rewind that over again Bang this in your Rove or Benz Eh yo I told ya And Imma tell ya again That I'm a soldier right until the end Takin' over When the ink explode from my pen Whether I'm sober or drunk off of Gin Whether I'm loaded or broke with no ends When it comes to hoes nothing's what I'm going to spend I ain't shit talking, kriss poppin' or flossin' Tryin' to get money like my last name's Rothman So while you getting them dollars Just holla my demographic It's simple everybody and they momma You want a gangster movie Let it out, you wanna roll with the real Get it now You got fire, okay spit it out I'm at the block with the bird Yo we 'bout to get it now I thought I told ya'll before I will not lose I done came too far I paid my dues I done seen it all I made my moves I will not stop! Is that the best you can do? Huh, you sound cheap Better play the background with the rest of the sheep Ya'll look dumb all the same like livestock Better off to drop Pop Country why not? But when it comes to rap you played out like high tops You see ya'll follow I style while I set the trend Ya'll talk and front while I get them ends Ya'll fantasize while I hit the skins And whoever's the king or the next of king Have chicks hoppin' the border like Mexicans Getting in line tryin to get blessed by him They sense these other cats' it's bitch Like estrogen Standing around, you tryin' to look hardcore Only thing I don't get: What you're waiting for? You see all you get in life is all you take so Imma grab everything and leave ya'll with the hate You want a gangster movie Let it out, you wanna roll with the real Get it now You got fire, okay spit it out I'm at the block with the bird Yo we 'bout to get it now I thought I told ya'll before I will not lose I done came too far I paid my dues I done seen it all I made my moves I will not stop!
Writer(s): Raymond Michel Rousseau, Benjamin Rinehart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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