A-Game - Brooklyn Girls Freeverse lyrics
[A-Game - Brooklyn Girls Freeverse lyrics]
Ayo it's A-Game, and I'm back up in the mix
You thought I quit with spittin'
But I'm back up in this bitch
I'm feeling good like a gambler
Stackin' up his chips
Know the people in my circle got
My back and that's the shit
Started in the 941, then moved into the 813
From Bradenton to Tampa best believe
I'll leave a legacy i fuck with Molly
But this music is my ecstasy
I got the lyrical recipe to make
A beat rest in peace
Been on my grind with this
Rapping shit since seventeen
I started way before that now I
Chose it as a specialty
The fun got my sidetracked had
To learn a lesson, see
The party hard lifestyle really ain't
What's best for me
But no hate, I stay in my own lane
Fuck with Molly, purp, and Lucy
Here-and-there I fuck with cocaine
Still party hard but I don't do it as much
And that's what's up to tell the truth?
I even went and did a month (of what?)
Cold turkey didn't even fuck with anything
Mollz and weed addicted felt like I
Needed to make a change
Took it upon myself to go and
Find myself some better things
And now I'm feeling fresher than
An all-gold pinky ring
Wild animal, don't know how to act
That's why I fit with Zoo Crew I'll
Help to put us on the map
Even though we're not together I still
Rep it in my raps
Keep it real and put in work
While the rest sit on their ass
Much love to my crew ZC
Over the years we had our issues
Settled it up on a beat spitting heat
While everybody else would make excuses
Not to do shit
Man it's stupid I just wanna make some music
That's true shit
I'm ruthless on a beat rest
In peace to Eazy-E
And every other rapper who could spit
And leave a beat deceased
Pimp C, Pac, and Biggie yeah the list goes on
But my favorite thing with music's that
You live on in songs and RIP to Stitchez
Mental Ward is fucking tatted on me
Fell in love with music yeah this
Rap and me we matrimony do it for the love
But I want my cheese and macaroni
Success is the best
But it turns many to wack-ass phonies
No love for a fake, enough said
Everyone's the same
Mindless zombies like The Walking Dead
Rappers dropping crap
And it's sounding like a sloppy mess
A diamond in the rough is what
I am when I be talking, bet
You got a problem? Like a
House we can address it say it to my face
If you didn't get the message i love music
Yeah this shit's what I invest in
You could even say me and
This microphone are best friends
And it is what it is -
I've seen a lot of shit
And I'm still just a kid -
I'll tell you what I meant
Have myself some enemies and wannabe friends
But the real ones I know will
Stick around until the end
While the fakes fizz away like
A roofie in a drink
The ones you thought were real?
Could disappear within a blink
Makes you think about the loyalty
It's got me on the brink
Of just saying "fuck 'em all" and
Solo dolo my own thing
But like I said I know my people have my back
And the feeling is mutual and they
Know that that's a fact
I got homies round the map, even in the 313
Down here in 813 and 941 I got the ZC
I don't talk tough on Facebook, come see me
You got beef? I'll call you out
And give you my new CD
Believe me, I'll spit a flow below freezing
You can knock me down
But you never can defeat me
And anybody in my life who's done me wrong
Know that karma is a bitch and
That bitch can hit you hard
She can hit you tenfold in the chest
Better wear a vest also while you're at it
Best protect your head and neck
And to speak of that? This goes
For Rhino and Lil Sneak
And every other crackhead who was
Chilling at the scene
Enjoy your little prison sentence
As soon as you leave?
I'll be waiting at the gate and making
Sure you get your ass beat
You tried to rob my parents blind?!
You thought you'd get away? But
You ain't realized
The fact that you faggots told
Me you be hittin' licks
I'll catch you fucking slipping
Beat you like a little bitch
Fuck these little kids thinking
That they're hard
Thinking that they're Bloods?!
Take a plane to LA and try
To front like you a thug
Cause a real mothafucka's gonna bust
You with a slug
You say that I am too harsh? I
Say that I don't give a fuck!
That's true shit
When you see me? Never do shit
You're talking really hard
But all your talking is just useless
Yeah you yap a lot
You thinking that you're hot
But, your girl is up on everybody
You can't tame a Fox, hah!
I keep my mouth closed, I don't gossip shit
Forget a drama starter
If you asking me that's ignorant
Mature and grow up and maybe
Then you'll get the picture
Or otherwise you're finding out that
No one's fucking with ya
Last 4 lines it's time to wrap it up
And if you liked the song
Mad respect cause that's what's up
(thank you) i'm just trying to make it
See I'm trying to make a buck
My success will be measured by
My tears, sweat, and blood, what?!
One take bitch! It's A-Game!
You thought I quit with spittin'
But I'm back up in this bitch
I'm feeling good like a gambler
Stackin' up his chips
Know the people in my circle got
My back and that's the shit
Started in the 941, then moved into the 813
From Bradenton to Tampa best believe
I'll leave a legacy i fuck with Molly
But this music is my ecstasy
I got the lyrical recipe to make
A beat rest in peace
Been on my grind with this
Rapping shit since seventeen
I started way before that now I
Chose it as a specialty
The fun got my sidetracked had
To learn a lesson, see
The party hard lifestyle really ain't
What's best for me
But no hate, I stay in my own lane
Fuck with Molly, purp, and Lucy
Here-and-there I fuck with cocaine
Still party hard but I don't do it as much
And that's what's up to tell the truth?
I even went and did a month (of what?)
Cold turkey didn't even fuck with anything
Mollz and weed addicted felt like I
Needed to make a change
Took it upon myself to go and
Find myself some better things
And now I'm feeling fresher than
An all-gold pinky ring
Wild animal, don't know how to act
That's why I fit with Zoo Crew I'll
Help to put us on the map
Even though we're not together I still
Rep it in my raps
Keep it real and put in work
While the rest sit on their ass
Much love to my crew ZC
Over the years we had our issues
Settled it up on a beat spitting heat
While everybody else would make excuses
Not to do shit
Man it's stupid I just wanna make some music
That's true shit
I'm ruthless on a beat rest
In peace to Eazy-E
And every other rapper who could spit
And leave a beat deceased
Pimp C, Pac, and Biggie yeah the list goes on
But my favorite thing with music's that
You live on in songs and RIP to Stitchez
Mental Ward is fucking tatted on me
Fell in love with music yeah this
Rap and me we matrimony do it for the love
But I want my cheese and macaroni
Success is the best
But it turns many to wack-ass phonies
No love for a fake, enough said
Everyone's the same
Mindless zombies like The Walking Dead
Rappers dropping crap
And it's sounding like a sloppy mess
A diamond in the rough is what
I am when I be talking, bet
You got a problem? Like a
House we can address it say it to my face
If you didn't get the message i love music
Yeah this shit's what I invest in
You could even say me and
This microphone are best friends
And it is what it is -
I've seen a lot of shit
And I'm still just a kid -
I'll tell you what I meant
Have myself some enemies and wannabe friends
But the real ones I know will
Stick around until the end
While the fakes fizz away like
A roofie in a drink
The ones you thought were real?
Could disappear within a blink
Makes you think about the loyalty
It's got me on the brink
Of just saying "fuck 'em all" and
Solo dolo my own thing
But like I said I know my people have my back
And the feeling is mutual and they
Know that that's a fact
I got homies round the map, even in the 313
Down here in 813 and 941 I got the ZC
I don't talk tough on Facebook, come see me
You got beef? I'll call you out
And give you my new CD
Believe me, I'll spit a flow below freezing
You can knock me down
But you never can defeat me
And anybody in my life who's done me wrong
Know that karma is a bitch and
That bitch can hit you hard
She can hit you tenfold in the chest
Better wear a vest also while you're at it
Best protect your head and neck
And to speak of that? This goes
For Rhino and Lil Sneak
And every other crackhead who was
Chilling at the scene
Enjoy your little prison sentence
As soon as you leave?
I'll be waiting at the gate and making
Sure you get your ass beat
You tried to rob my parents blind?!
You thought you'd get away? But
You ain't realized
The fact that you faggots told
Me you be hittin' licks
I'll catch you fucking slipping
Beat you like a little bitch
Fuck these little kids thinking
That they're hard
Thinking that they're Bloods?!
Take a plane to LA and try
To front like you a thug
Cause a real mothafucka's gonna bust
You with a slug
You say that I am too harsh? I
Say that I don't give a fuck!
That's true shit
When you see me? Never do shit
You're talking really hard
But all your talking is just useless
Yeah you yap a lot
You thinking that you're hot
But, your girl is up on everybody
You can't tame a Fox, hah!
I keep my mouth closed, I don't gossip shit
Forget a drama starter
If you asking me that's ignorant
Mature and grow up and maybe
Then you'll get the picture
Or otherwise you're finding out that
No one's fucking with ya
Last 4 lines it's time to wrap it up
And if you liked the song
Mad respect cause that's what's up
(thank you) i'm just trying to make it
See I'm trying to make a buck
My success will be measured by
My tears, sweat, and blood, what?!
One take bitch! It's A-Game!