[verse 1: Rated-R Playboy]
\nWe all got the same 24 hours (hours)
\nDid dirt need 24 showers
\nKnow the next move but you don't know ours, damn
\nI don't really got much to prove to no cowards
\nMight see real flowers when i show steel like Bill Collins
\nOnly goal was to make yall feel sour
\nGot a silver mind ain't no pill popper
\nImma die for the bitch im fuckin
\nJust might crash out like them twin towers
\nThese simp hours, you ain't got shit for no cashapp and no texting
\nI been on my grind, staying in my lab i feel like dexter
\nThese 16s airing off i can do this shit with no effort (no effort)
\nI gotta make it, i feel no way, i feel no pressure
\nHad like 15 cent in my wallet in 2015
\nI was so broke couldn't afford no dream
\nI was out real lifing, and i blow through it when i feel like it
\nThеse hoes foul but they still liking
\nThеy be ran through and niggas still wifing
\nAnd niggas too internet, they get slid on and they still typing (they still typing)
\nWhat has it come to, went from Illmatic to nas x in a frontal
\nAnd niggas dip out when they girl missing they punctuals
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\n[chorus: M.T.G & Rated-R Playboy]
\nTell me you ain't no lame nigga what
\nAnd really believe it yeah
\nYou really ain't fooling nobody
\nLike how could you feed it how could you feed it
\nWe not the same, i get out of bed and go
\nGet some money when feeling defeated
\nPussy is pussy, and nigga i get that shit
\nWhen i need it, right now i need it
\n
\nYou ain't no lame nigga ha
\nReally believe it really believe it
\nYou really ain't fooling nobody
\nLike how could you feed it how could you what
\nWe not the same, i get out of bed and go
\nGet me some money when feeling defeated
\nPussy is pussy, my nigga i get that shit when i need it
\nRight now i need it yeah
\n
\n[verse 2: M.T.G]
\nRight now i need it
\nI'm down to do what it takes but its not in your blood
\nYou niggas anemic. (ha) I told you right from the jump you ain't hop on the wave, then nigga I'm leaving. (what) I'm still making that minimum wage
\nIts making me hungry starving to reach my achievements
\nGet my bread up, keep my head up make so much money
\nUntil i get fed up. You think this is sweet and its all fun and games
\nBut i ain't talkin no candy I'm ticking off names put a tac on the map
\nMarking down where I'm attacking them at, wondering where all my passion is at? I start looking back when my dad he would tell me
\n"You ain't no lame nigga, you better believe it. (better believe it)
\nI teach you the truth and the proofs in the pudding
\nFrom all that you seeing. (all that you're seeing) Best be a boss than a nigga
\nWho steadily feindin for green and (yeah yeah)
\nJust honor your mother and i
\nKeep a legacy your future kids can believe in."
\nBut yall lames know nun' bout that, your sound just one big sack
\nOf pent up anxiety. Scared to just be yourself be shunned by society
\nMy music, it gives you sobriety. You was drunk off attention and trends
\nGot lost in the numbers and all the women, It started mess with all your dividends then you heard my voice saying through the wind
\nYou ain't that lame nigga (stop it)
\nStop bein a lame nigga go find your own lane, try to make a change
\nTo this fuckin game nigga
\nStart paving your way, forget what they say
\nPut feet to the dirt nigga. Cause its gonna hurt when your temple
\nCollapses from being predictable. (yeah)
\nSo put in the work to grind to the top and become exceptional
\nNot laid out on the sectional texting these women asking for sex and
\nAlluding to all those around you, you'll never be great cause you locked yourself up in a pessimal situation. Feeling small as a decimal
\nBut staying complacent is key to your expiration. Make a nation
\nAnd get straight to cultivating all the groundwork to feed you
\nAnd those you stay with, fuck the haters go disprove what they've been saying. Blue pill in they mouth they stuck in the matrix
\nBut you gotta break out show 'em you ain't playing. (ha)
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\n[outro]
\nNah (nah nah)
\nYou ain't no lame nigga (say it again) you ain't no lame nigga, you ain't no lame nigga, ah ah
\n(Dats Crazy)\n\n
