[Verse 1: Jackpot]
I'm high bitch
It's GMA, just like the morning show
Wake up, look to the left, bitch yawning though
All ya'll wack, can't make no song
Touchdown money, go long
4th and inches, you niggas still on the benches
Talk shit and tighten yo ass up just like wrenches
Blow loud, gon hop on the Jetski
Wrist sitting on the ice, Gretzky
I'm a pop quiz, you don't wanna test me
She tryna cuff, aka arrest me
We all ball like we tryna get drafted
Money tall little nigga, Giraffe bitch
I'm with my nigga iShaan from the Craft bitch
And my nigga L-O making classics
We all from the city, i'm a D boy
Gon deep, so imma end it in a deep voice
[Verse 2: Detroit L-O]
Fuck hoes, i'm tryna get my wrist froze
Some icy shit that fuck around and make your fist close
Niggas say, that nigga L-O never get hoes
Cuz I don't want you Deer, i'm tryna get Doe
She give me digits, but I doubt that I call her
Got a man but flirt with you, man I swear that you should dog her
Nowadays, dope ain't the only thing that get you clapped
You can get painted up just because you rap
A girl I smashed in the past that was the same age
Put a bookmark in her legs, now we on the same page
When I come in, yo girl get to cummin'
When bullets fly, I bet the fake niggas get to runnin'
I never smoked weed, but maybe when I get bored
I might get high enough to slap hands with the lord
I'm a lowkey nigga, I sit back, observe
And watch them loud mouth niggas, I don't say a word
[Interlude: iShaan]
Ayo Jackpot, L-O, ya'll niggas went in. To everybody listening, I just want to say i'm starting to love this LiveRAW shit
[Verse 3: iShaan the Rit God]
Spudd Webb, you live the small life
Kareem Abdul, I live the tall life
In a jacuzzi, taking shots like a uzi
These niggas is soft, Lifetime movies
Money and liquor is the pipeline
I admit I see death in my lifetime
5 dimes, went and tweeted me 5 times
I keep laughing, keep refreshing my timeline
They see cops and start singing like Alicia Keys
Gold chains like Mr. T, money green like Christmas trees
Girls taking off they clothes and sliding in they Vickies
My weed like glue, sticky icky icky
This isn't decisions cuz all of my niggas picky
Vehicle full of smoke, the car look like a chimney
Give her the boot, cuz I don't like her advadently
She love my Timbaland, I got her thinking that she Missy
Guess what moms and pops, she left her panties with me
My parents fairly odd, they thinking i'm they little Timmy
My chick Wendy said i'm Diggy size
But she said that she like me cuz i'm Biggie size
I'm still tripping that Biggie died
And I ain't worried bout Pac cuz he still alive
IShaan Chardonnay, sip my Wine
IShaan dope, nigga sniff my lines
Me versus you is like the Heat and the Magic
Electrocute em' with that static
Bitches talking shit, hit the clip, they get dramatic
Nigga no you can't, nigga no you can't, no nigga no you can't
Amare Stoudemire, rolling knicks while i'm in the paint
Bitches talking shit, but these little niggas ain't
On my level, pass me the shovel
Bitch i'm the rebel
Blunt something hot, hoes mistake me with the Devil
But i'm so Holy
Bitches see them stones and they be like, Holy Moly
[Verse 4: Manny Maurizio]
Got you looking foolish when I dip pass, mission is to get cash
Ya time up, boy i'm on fire, you should quit fast
Bouta make the game jerk back like a whiplash
These niggas don't know me, with they bitch ass
Man they talking over tuff, ya'll niggas ain't cold as us
I suggest you sober up, you ain't got as much flow as us
I just wanna chill, spit, roll and puff
And think bout how to get this dough for us
The cake is what i'm chasing bruh, but you hatin' bruh
Get cha mind right, wake and bakin' bruh
Cuz you ain't seeing what i'm seeing
Bars running through my veins and im bleeding
New air is what i'm leading
I'm head over competition
I swear you can make a Bible out this composition
Steady grinding, got em dissin', take they women, got em' trippin'
They hating on J Manny, hope they hear about him missing
All that bitching don't effect me
Swearing that you colder than my team, nigga let's see
All that talking hard don't impress me
Cuz I can get live with that 38 Specie
Hoes say i'm cold, leave em' stuck, wonder where I got this flow from
I say it's all natural, all I gotta do is smoke one
I told em' i'm from 4-1, she said that's the ghetto
But to me it's just home, everybody got the metal
I'll kill em with the bars, get the shovel
And have them rappers pushing up flowers like a Meadow
Rest in peace, to Juan, Buddy and Quis
I'm loose out the cage, so why fuck with a beast
The studio can't make the bread, that's why i'm stuck in the streets
So don't ask me why i'm crushing the beats nigga
And I only rock with the real
So I just need a shot like Shaquille
Space Life
[Interlude: Bobbi I]
Bobbi I, Ruff Dawg entertainment. LiveRAW, what up doe
Had to bless this one. Yea, real nigga shit
[Verse 5: Bobbi I]
I ain't gon brag but, yo
Real shit, bitches love me like i'm Usher Raymond
Let the situation burn, it'll be a missing Angel
Come with the 1, 2, rap on big stages
My life sort of like a novel, turn different pages
Maximum swag, the bitches love when I brag
Forever it's M.O.B, pop hella tags
And I will never slack, my favorite black
It's all about the cash and put the D on the map
Yo, I give them haters a round of applause
They more they hate, the more I make, and I bet I evolve
The more they spectate and conversate, my peers progress
And while they steady meditating, i'm reaching success
Yo, i'm getting money in this new year
And I ain't worried bout them haters cuz I do this
Catch me smoking and swerving on the pavement
And repping ruff dawg entertainment
Don't be mad cuz you ain't it
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