The Game - L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #147 lyrics
[The Game - L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #147 lyrics]
Hey, yeah
Hey, it's a Hit-Boy beat, man, look
Check it out
Balenciaga shades, you know
Y'all niggas got me fucked up
Niggas must think I'm Lloyd
Banks or Young Buck
Don't press your dumb luck
I got my gun tucked
'Cause I don't like how niggas did Nip'
I guess, it's time to show
These niggas what it is
Yeah
Lyrically, miracly, spiritually here in flesh
How I'm not top 5? Niggas appear to be deaf
So I'm throw up gang signs
You understand me now?
Keep sleeping
I'll put you where you can't be found
Where you can rest eternally and
You can't hear sound
And your oldest son the head
Of your family now
Fuck 'em, 'cause we heading to Miami now
And it's a Hit-Boy beat, fuck a hand-me down
No more freestyling over other nigga shit
I'm on some bigger shit
Hit make the beat
Then I get on some Jigga shit
'Cause when I hit a rock
I'm getting involved
If I gotta get a rock chain
From the middle of the mall
Nigga put a diamond tester to it
He gettin' hurt
If a bitch ass, I told him
Soulja boy did it first
Yeah, I'm back in business
And this time I'm not leavin'
'till the crack diminished
'Till the fentanyl dry and the
Veins don't stick out
And the nigga Questlove take
The afro pick out
Back to my roots
Freestyling to these black thoughts
Black Balenciaga
Adidas dashin' up the track call
Or I'm out in Paris snatching
Bitches off the catwalk
And when I kill a pussy
I don't even let the cat talk
Underground, underdog, sword to the asphalt
I stepped to all the dope niggas
They never seen crackwalk
Ain't no competition so Kendrick
Went to Africa
Ain't no competition
Cole went and got his baskets up
But I'm here masking up
With the masking tape
Fiends knockin' on the door, we closed
Don't ask for yay
You see the Aftermath chain? Then
Don't ask for Dre
I'm a legend now, fuck when I pass away
Can't put the effin' down, up
Then I blast away
Break his legs, stuff his shoulders in
No casket space
Now, I'm lying, it's just my rap alter ego
The DA listenin'
Tryin' to hit a Thug with the RICO
Know I be with gunners
Know I keep the heat close
You can't relate 'cause you ain't seen
What I've seen in that peephole
So, dig a sinkhole
Though every nigga that rappin'
'Cause ever since they killed Pop Smoke
There'd been a gap in it
Throw all that cap in it
Lying about the trap in it
Throw all these pussy niggas
Beefin' on this
Absent
And I'm abstinent givin' no fucks, nigga
It's all love
Like I'm sittin' here with Puff nigga
You can hate me now
But I won't stop now
I am the nigga they never
Mention at their hip-hop conventions
Know why? 'Cause I remind
Them of the trenches
So I must be Candyman of the era
Niggas won't say my name in
The song or the mirror
It's not reflect on my past and my mishaps
My right hand still where my dick at
Middle finger up, flick that
'Till my new bitch sniffed that
That's your best friend I broke
Off like a KitKat
With a brick set, nah
We ain't sellin' those
And I still fuck with Ye
But we sellin' clothes
You, niggas, sellin' dreams
I wake you up to a nightmare
Like me, Freddy
Jason and Michael Myers right there
There's new niggas runnin' 'round like
This is su casa
Call yourself Simba? You learn from Mufasa
And I understand you think you
Nice and you tryin' things
But if you say you better than me
Then you the lying King
Ask about me, don't clash it, doubt me
I make your favorite rapper come
Pick up trash around me
Used to walk around New York
Red rag around me
That was my DMX, dog tag around me
Never keep it twisted 'cause I
Keep a bag around me
I still jack rappers if they brag around me
Keep it private
Everything first class around me
Like a Backwood, opps don't last around me
Lemon on the head of the drum
We make lemonade
One gun, plastic slug, then it disintegrate
Disappeared into the crowd like
I'm in a Wraith
And go missin' like the crack
When I'm in a rape
I do dirt like I'm in the grave
And fuck this rap shit
This ain't even how I'm gettin' paid
One, two, attention to the center stage
Fuck you, I'm back to my killin' ways
Three, four, niggas with me
Then they prolly strapped
Shoe turnin' backwards like Just'
LA Dodger Hat
Trigger finger twitching
Bullets spin 'em like a laundromat
Like an Internet laggin'
Killin' where they spawn 'em at
I'm bad for your health
You're scared to die
Hypochondriac
Pussy nigga gets an itch
Hit him with the Monistat
'Cause once we goin' in it
Ain't no fallin' back
And if that Draco on my lap
You know I'm in that Donda black
Ah, extra clip with a bomb at might as well
Kill him if I'ma end up with Jeffrey Dahmer
That's crazy
'Cause last night I was with
Madonna with some supermodels
Asking Hit where the condoms at
Shit, I gotta stay protected
This LA
They can take yo life before
They take the necklace
Take the gun apart, spread the pieces
Make the exit
Take the clothes off
Burn 'em and then make the exit
Look around this motherfucker
It's like we're still in the '80s
Everybody with the shit
It's like a billionare baby
I've been drilling for this feelin'
My adrenaline's satan
I'm the black Slim Shady
I've been killin' them lately
Get these niggas the fuck outta here, man
Drillmatic, August 12th, man
We ain't gonna play no games, man
Fuck all that (Game is here)
Nah, nah, Game was here, I'm out
Hey, it's a Hit-Boy beat, man, look
Check it out
Balenciaga shades, you know
Y'all niggas got me fucked up
Niggas must think I'm Lloyd
Banks or Young Buck
Don't press your dumb luck
I got my gun tucked
'Cause I don't like how niggas did Nip'
I guess, it's time to show
These niggas what it is
Yeah
Lyrically, miracly, spiritually here in flesh
How I'm not top 5? Niggas appear to be deaf
So I'm throw up gang signs
You understand me now?
Keep sleeping
I'll put you where you can't be found
Where you can rest eternally and
You can't hear sound
And your oldest son the head
Of your family now
Fuck 'em, 'cause we heading to Miami now
And it's a Hit-Boy beat, fuck a hand-me down
No more freestyling over other nigga shit
I'm on some bigger shit
Hit make the beat
Then I get on some Jigga shit
'Cause when I hit a rock
I'm getting involved
If I gotta get a rock chain
From the middle of the mall
Nigga put a diamond tester to it
He gettin' hurt
If a bitch ass, I told him
Soulja boy did it first
Yeah, I'm back in business
And this time I'm not leavin'
'till the crack diminished
'Till the fentanyl dry and the
Veins don't stick out
And the nigga Questlove take
The afro pick out
Back to my roots
Freestyling to these black thoughts
Black Balenciaga
Adidas dashin' up the track call
Or I'm out in Paris snatching
Bitches off the catwalk
And when I kill a pussy
I don't even let the cat talk
Underground, underdog, sword to the asphalt
I stepped to all the dope niggas
They never seen crackwalk
Ain't no competition so Kendrick
Went to Africa
Ain't no competition
Cole went and got his baskets up
But I'm here masking up
With the masking tape
Fiends knockin' on the door, we closed
Don't ask for yay
You see the Aftermath chain? Then
Don't ask for Dre
I'm a legend now, fuck when I pass away
Can't put the effin' down, up
Then I blast away
Break his legs, stuff his shoulders in
No casket space
Now, I'm lying, it's just my rap alter ego
The DA listenin'
Tryin' to hit a Thug with the RICO
Know I be with gunners
Know I keep the heat close
You can't relate 'cause you ain't seen
What I've seen in that peephole
So, dig a sinkhole
Though every nigga that rappin'
'Cause ever since they killed Pop Smoke
There'd been a gap in it
Throw all that cap in it
Lying about the trap in it
Throw all these pussy niggas
Beefin' on this
Absent
And I'm abstinent givin' no fucks, nigga
It's all love
Like I'm sittin' here with Puff nigga
You can hate me now
But I won't stop now
I am the nigga they never
Mention at their hip-hop conventions
Know why? 'Cause I remind
Them of the trenches
So I must be Candyman of the era
Niggas won't say my name in
The song or the mirror
It's not reflect on my past and my mishaps
My right hand still where my dick at
Middle finger up, flick that
'Till my new bitch sniffed that
That's your best friend I broke
Off like a KitKat
With a brick set, nah
We ain't sellin' those
And I still fuck with Ye
But we sellin' clothes
You, niggas, sellin' dreams
I wake you up to a nightmare
Like me, Freddy
Jason and Michael Myers right there
There's new niggas runnin' 'round like
This is su casa
Call yourself Simba? You learn from Mufasa
And I understand you think you
Nice and you tryin' things
But if you say you better than me
Then you the lying King
Ask about me, don't clash it, doubt me
I make your favorite rapper come
Pick up trash around me
Used to walk around New York
Red rag around me
That was my DMX, dog tag around me
Never keep it twisted 'cause I
Keep a bag around me
I still jack rappers if they brag around me
Keep it private
Everything first class around me
Like a Backwood, opps don't last around me
Lemon on the head of the drum
We make lemonade
One gun, plastic slug, then it disintegrate
Disappeared into the crowd like
I'm in a Wraith
And go missin' like the crack
When I'm in a rape
I do dirt like I'm in the grave
And fuck this rap shit
This ain't even how I'm gettin' paid
One, two, attention to the center stage
Fuck you, I'm back to my killin' ways
Three, four, niggas with me
Then they prolly strapped
Shoe turnin' backwards like Just'
LA Dodger Hat
Trigger finger twitching
Bullets spin 'em like a laundromat
Like an Internet laggin'
Killin' where they spawn 'em at
I'm bad for your health
You're scared to die
Hypochondriac
Pussy nigga gets an itch
Hit him with the Monistat
'Cause once we goin' in it
Ain't no fallin' back
And if that Draco on my lap
You know I'm in that Donda black
Ah, extra clip with a bomb at might as well
Kill him if I'ma end up with Jeffrey Dahmer
That's crazy
'Cause last night I was with
Madonna with some supermodels
Asking Hit where the condoms at
Shit, I gotta stay protected
This LA
They can take yo life before
They take the necklace
Take the gun apart, spread the pieces
Make the exit
Take the clothes off
Burn 'em and then make the exit
Look around this motherfucker
It's like we're still in the '80s
Everybody with the shit
It's like a billionare baby
I've been drilling for this feelin'
My adrenaline's satan
I'm the black Slim Shady
I've been killin' them lately
Get these niggas the fuck outta here, man
Drillmatic, August 12th, man
We ain't gonna play no games, man
Fuck all that (Game is here)
Nah, nah, Game was here, I'm out