Lets Go Im Ready

Yeah, Evil Red Flame yeah shouts
Out to Biggie yeah
I see you shouts out to Funk Master
Flex i got you my nigga lil B for
Lil Boss good looking i got you

Man Boss don't fuck with bitches
In this coupe sky-high
And it's lookin like I come for cash
Can't no nigga touch like the slaving days
Worked too fucking hard like
It's training day
Coming straight out the clouds
Like a rainy day
How the fuck I run the rap game
It's the crack game
A lot of niggas talk nonsense, pass it
Most of these rap niggas
Is living off fashion
And I can give a fuck about
How you dress to be honest
If your bank account ain't got 15 commas
Trying to rob me
Catching knuckles like Sonic
Throwing up the blood and I
Ain't talking bout vomit
Real Berkeley no I don't gang bang
Real rap niggas die over the same thing
Fuck around that'd be a
Nine to your hamstring
Treat em like the season no
This ain't a damn game
30 mac clips, we all hold silly shit
Got a life sentence and my
Parents do real shit
Tiny jeans make you think I'm a young faggot
Now you gone bitch
Who the real nigga lasting up in plastic
Fuck the house
Ain't putting shit up in the mattress
Think you hard with the booty Doug Flutie
Brett Favre of the rap game, won't lose me
Can't beat me, hand gun get the Uzi
Clap niggas like jokes at the
End of the movies
Not Austin Powers but I got real groovy
Same lawyer as John Tesh, bitch sue me
Real shit