Papoose - Current Events lyrics

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Niggas ain’t ready to ride no more

They used to try to keep it real

Now they don’t even try no more

They don’t represent the star no more

Ever since Big died nobody ready to die no more

They don’t get murdered when they testify no more

They just tell the whole truth, they don’t lie no more

They don’t sell real lye no more

When you smoke the same weed it don’t even get you high no more

They ain’t loyal to they connect, not no more

They just cop one time and they don’t buy no more

Can’t listen to music when you drive no more

‘Cause they don’t make thinking music for the mind no more

50 Cent ain’t got beef with JA no more

Jay Z ain’t got beef with Nas no more

Too friendly, ain’t no competitive side no more

Rap game boring, it ain’t even live no more

Here it is, step into my bizz

With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo

I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation

Got no time for wangsters

Here it is, step into my bizz

With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo

I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation

Got no time for wangsters

I said I’m better than Jigga ‘cause I’m better than Jigga

I ain’t no rookie to this shit, I’m a veteran spitter

I grew up with jugs men, good fellas and killers

My homies catch a case, man, I sent letter to niggas

I ain’t hating but I ain’t getting bread with them niggas

I feel like it should’ve been me instead of them niggas

I wish the doctors and the paramedics was quicker

‘Cause I’m sick with this shit, I need my medicine, nigga

Niggas talking indirect, I step to them niggas

I wouldn’t give a motherfucker if it was ten of them niggas

Head crack, six niggas, I’m on a six men spree

Your girl think you a gangsta, I think that bitch can’t see

Niggas say they gonna hit me, your whole clique fear me

I get your head man hit up, they call me Head Man P

You the best in the city, I’m screaming this can’t be

You ain’t no fucking gorilla, you just a chimpanzee

Here it is, step into my bizz

With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo

I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation

Got no time for wangsters

Here it is, step into my bizz

With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo

I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation

Got no time for wangsters

I’m a philosopher, popular for just popping and pasta’s up

Rising like the mercury inside a thermometer

You say you off the meter, they lied to you

I’m a thousand more times off the meter like a fucking kilometer

I’m not a big enough star, what are you? Astronomers?

Swallow a hollow ‘cause you ain’t promised tomorrow

Bloggers and botherers, Twitter follow and followers

I’m cocking a chopper to pop shots like photographers

My third eye focused and like I watch with binoculars

Drug money in my sneakers, foam posit depositor

The coppers be watching but I ain’t stopping, I’m tired of you

Middle finger to camera while they watching the monitors

Smoke Ganja from Florida

When I roll a blunt I hold the blunt to my mouth like the player hold a harmonica

Can’t stop the drama, it ain’t no hot, bro

I’m Barack Obama, Osama Bin Laden, yo

Here it is, step into my bizz

With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo

I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation

Got no time for wangsters

Here it is, step into my bizz

With the free flow stylo, hand clap like leelo

I’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation

Got no time for wangsters