Young Game - RMR Radana

I say one niggas down, 2 niggas run it Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning Here come the paramedics! It goes 1 for the money, 2 for the dough All you got is 3 niggas kicking at your door Here come the paramedics! It goes 1 for the ghetto, 2 niggas run it Call me snowman, 100 miles and gunning Here come the paramedics! Here come the pain! I've got a name Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain So good like a from T-Pain They say you're nobody til somebody kills you I say "go be somebody, even if it kills you... " They say "death smells like bad ass weave" Another watch, another chain: last thing a nigga needs I swear to God, a couple right by the night stand Clip my half a hundred, case another hundred grand And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya Every night, dude, I wake up in a cold sweat Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit But why they still riding to your old shit? Party by the beat, all still riding with ya Party by the big riders, still siding with ya Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving Nigga live through these shots: Put his ass on Survivor! Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beemer Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V12 steaming Top down, in the rain, California dreaming I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds ... Well nigga I still flip birds! Word to the doors on this [?] I'm sitting on Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron? Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on! (Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards I'm a pull the K out, and turn em back around) Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down? Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather My [?] the best pound for pound, like Mayweather Undisputed: I never lost a brick UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch Put her ass on that greyhound Tell that ho to stay down Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town Give a fuck about a bitch Die for the paper, hustle relentless Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out Black Tims kicking in the door, at your lady house He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon wait it out You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out We [?], shot him down from the neighbor's house

I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was riding with her friend This alligator Kelly, not the Stacy, please Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Hopped out the Lamborghini, and she ate me All this water on my sleeve, I need a jet ski (yes sir) Hopped off a Delta to a private jet (hopped off) Hopped out, Beretta, then I shot his neck (grah) Green face AP, I'm 'bout to call it Shrek (green, green) Throw me a baddie, then I caught the catch (go) How you don't hate the game and hate me? (Me) Lot of flaw and misconceptions what it be (yeah) I done came back from the dust, wipe off the leaves (yeah) I don't want none of these sluts from off the streets I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was riding with her friend This alligator Kelly, not the Stacy, please Do not hate me, hate the game, baby This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw A nigga get so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shopping spree Do not hate me, hate the game, baby I just left the Cullinan up at Capaco (skrt-skrt) Rolls-Royce sitting on my wrist, and, yes, in plain gold (oh, oh) I told that bitch, "Don't fall for that lil' chainsaw" (oh, oh) Turn it on from off and cut your name out (yeah) My watch and my rings and my chains cost (oh, oh) My boxers and my tank, they done came off (oh, oh) Fuck cops, 'til then I bang with my thang up (yeah) I drank sauces, yeah, yeah (oh, oh) Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was riding with her friend This alligator Kelly, not the Stacy, please Do not hate me, hate the game, baby This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw A nigga get so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shopping spree Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby