L.E.$. - Crab Legsrate me
Eating crab legs with a new chick
Mind on the coop, that’s ruthless
9/11 Porsche with a turbo
Ride another rap and I let the weed burn slow.
Any wonder how I got here
Should I drop, what about five… slay shit?
And I’m still here even when you’re not here
So when your shit dropped, I’m the only one you wanna hear!
Young king at this rap thing
Playing roles, them balls just acting
No dough, them balls just rapping
But it’s all good cause I got what they’re lacking!
Drop soul, why they do that?
No, you ain’t G, cause you said you’re trying to prove that
No real friends, home boy, where you’re crewing
Let us all fool, but your damn ass blew that!
Yeah, how we see straight through you
Car played at you, you’re the rap game full book
Heard that shit, man, it’s all that boo, boo
Inside peanut-butter pained like..
Yeah, chrome … gonna knock out
When the copy cats are flow you… out
Bunch of dumb kids… out of knock offs
Keep fucking around and get your hoe head knocked out!
Young boss, learn from the best!
Nigga rap for now, better learn to your best
Got a couple G sticking out my shit
Lil nigga, please, I’m sitting on a rest!
Wanna do, what? Baby girl, you’re a mess
Shouldn’t got to get naked, just lift up your dress!
Got a nice flow, some saying it’s the best
But they sing about others and I just ain’t impressed!
Can’t be bias, so I’m just keep quiet
And now I’m gonna leave ‘em while them cats just liars
And now I’m gonna get it while you boys just..
And you all gonna dream me while I say, “I did it!”
Y’all ain’t with it, I don’t see it
Millionaire mind, told you I’mma be here!
Told you I cheated, told you I’mma win
Told you that I keep it fit to the end
Bleed that! Bleed that, bitch nigga!
Bleed that! Bleed that!