Instrumental: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3fV-PXfa9U&index=47&list=PLMBy65FRLs_RuKN65PrZ3T_ppCSa8z9SA
[Intro]
The way I see it I got ownership to this game
Wanna take sh*t got your ass hit real quick
Have your crew workin’ for me, delivering my products
If you abruptly leave no one will suspect a thing
[Hook]
I’m on the way to the top livin’ the high life
If you wanna live my life gotta join the game
You gotta be good at the competitive or else you’re not getting’ fame
You need to be up for everything and anything, or else don’t expect gettin’ paid
The rap game isn’t just about gettin’ paid and gettin’ laid
It’s about learning knowledge and earning respect
Your rhymes affect your life, that’s why I’m in the high life
I stride to be at the top 247 so if I gotta commit a 187 that’s fine with me
‘Cause I’m in the high life and that’s where I wanna be
[Verse 1]
We takin’ over this rap game, we takin’ over this trap game
Got the boys in the back workin’ on the toys for the next hit
Another hit song, another sack full of cold hard cash
We add the paper to the stash, two hours later I get another hater
Tell him I’ll body him, tell him the way of Lodi Dodi, we don’t wanna hurt anybody
We just wanna party, but we never feel sorry for breakin’ a few bones
Runnin’ numbers through phones, livin’ on the prayer of L’a Capone
Stunnin’ on the red carpet, pull up in a fresh car, a new outfit
All these other rappers except my A1’s full of sh*t
The way I see it is if you wanna make some gain, you gotta be ready to take the pain
Makin’ it rain isn’t free, you gotta be ready to go on a crime spree
Step it up if you ain’t where you wanna be
‘Cause I got the .44 in the glove box, no locks on it
Untraceable don’t need cops involved in this, but my car is unchaseable
Always twenty steps ahead, that’ll keep a man from getting a bullet in the head
Easier said than done, and that’s why I always have a gun
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Most people in the hood say stealings a good thing
I agree, I don’t care about your feelings
'Long as I got the ch-ching I’m not worried ‘bout a thing
Don’t care ‘bout the 'ops, or gettin’ my ride stolen from the chop shop
But touch my cars and I’ll grab your arm and go chop-chop [Scissor noises]
Catch a fine lady ridin’ in a crop top, tell her hop in, drive to the beach
The way she suckin’ I’d mistake her for a leach
If they suckin’ on my money, I tell her go drink bleach
That’s why I keep myself outta reach for the gold diggers
Rather spend money buyin’ up polish for the triggers
You might say being in gangs is foolish
But who’s the tool when you can’t pay the rent?
All my money is spent on fast cars, and nice clothes
Like I said, if girls are takin’ too much money, than b*tch you gotta go!
I’d be lyin’ if I told you I didn’t commit crimes
But ain’t low level no more I’m done trappin’ dimes
All about the high end weights, that keeps my pockets full for the dates
Sorry life ain’t fair so why you gotta hate?
I’m livin’ my dream and it's mine to create |