Skeme, The Game - No Limit lyrics
[Skeme, The Game - No Limit lyrics]
This money race ain't never finished
These niggas think they ballin'
That's a scrimmage
And I might go cop a coupe without a ceiling
So when I look up
I know I ain't got no limit's
I ain't got no limit's, got no limit's
You see that closed sign on that door
Stay out my business i ain't got no limit's
I ain't had no brakes
Ain't got no sleep in the last few months
I be on that lean
But I won't slow down till' I get what i want
And this bitch I fucked with
Look like a model, i had her for lunch
And this world on my shoulders
But I don't complain, got over the hump
And I hold my grind game contagious
I'm a Inglewood native
All the hustlers going to salute
Thank God when a hustler finally made it
Odds was against us, but I ain't tense up
I stay A-1 and skated
And these bitches ain't shit
I heard she just wanna fuck
Me cause I'm famous
Records on replay, when they come to
CA, I be top 3, niggas
You can't be seen in the
Streets alone, You're not me, nigga
Pockets be heavy and I'm
Walking around like I'm, nigga
I might just go out and cop
Me a kilo from papi
I told Dr dre in 03', "I was no gimmick"
How you gon' sell drugs and rap? Nigga
That's my business
I bump that Chronic smoke that chronic
I don't trim it
I smoke that purple, nigga that purple
Nigga that Grimace
And we ain't got to turn them lights off
Just dim it i Master P these hoes
I swear there ain't no limit
And they be wondering where we get money
Cause how we be spendin'
Ain't got no money tree nigga
Just most of my niggas is chemists
And her head game amazing
Close my eyes see fantasia
Nigga, she came with a trip
Light em up like Vegas
Ain't got no time spent for haters
I'm riding down La Brea
I'm throwing my hood up
She rolling that good up
And know when we pull up
Ok, so your heart it broken
You're sittin' around moping, moping, moping
Crying, crying
You say you're even thinkin' about dying
Well before you do anything rash
Baby, listen to this
These niggas think they ballin'
That's a scrimmage
And I might go cop a coupe without a ceiling
So when I look up
I know I ain't got no limit's
I ain't got no limit's, got no limit's
You see that closed sign on that door
Stay out my business i ain't got no limit's
I ain't had no brakes
Ain't got no sleep in the last few months
I be on that lean
But I won't slow down till' I get what i want
And this bitch I fucked with
Look like a model, i had her for lunch
And this world on my shoulders
But I don't complain, got over the hump
And I hold my grind game contagious
I'm a Inglewood native
All the hustlers going to salute
Thank God when a hustler finally made it
Odds was against us, but I ain't tense up
I stay A-1 and skated
And these bitches ain't shit
I heard she just wanna fuck
Me cause I'm famous
Records on replay, when they come to
CA, I be top 3, niggas
You can't be seen in the
Streets alone, You're not me, nigga
Pockets be heavy and I'm
Walking around like I'm, nigga
I might just go out and cop
Me a kilo from papi
I told Dr dre in 03', "I was no gimmick"
How you gon' sell drugs and rap? Nigga
That's my business
I bump that Chronic smoke that chronic
I don't trim it
I smoke that purple, nigga that purple
Nigga that Grimace
And we ain't got to turn them lights off
Just dim it i Master P these hoes
I swear there ain't no limit
And they be wondering where we get money
Cause how we be spendin'
Ain't got no money tree nigga
Just most of my niggas is chemists
And her head game amazing
Close my eyes see fantasia
Nigga, she came with a trip
Light em up like Vegas
Ain't got no time spent for haters
I'm riding down La Brea
I'm throwing my hood up
She rolling that good up
And know when we pull up
Ok, so your heart it broken
You're sittin' around moping, moping, moping
Crying, crying
You say you're even thinkin' about dying
Well before you do anything rash
Baby, listen to this