$aggin Par

I’ve been so fucking tired of these niggas
I’ve been head and shoulders on these niggas
I might catch a case for 'em
I might change the game for 'em
I might catch a case for 'em
Somebody just catch a case for 'em
I don’t really fuck with you ab niggas
To tell the truth dog, I really hate rats to begin
Drop a line with tinny words instead of facts within it
Catch me, tinted, gold bitches
When I ride around I don’t even play you
Just because she down don’t mean she won’t play you
You niggas on my nerve like my old lady
Cool by association don’t mean that you famous
Whipping yams instead of whipping up your babies
Niggas in the street, but where is your baby?
Chasing money even if it drive you crazy
But won’t chase the education cause you won’t get famous
See I just said some real shit
The type of shit that make you rewind and feel this
Less words but I’m speaking bigger
Extra sauce is for the love, nigga keep your skrilla
Extra sauce is for the love, nigga keep it lit
I’m out in Oakland like all these white people here
I’m at the show like there’s hella white people here
I guess their preparations keep my music playing
The game is mine, I’m gonna keep that shit
I’m finna buy me a freaking whip
After I put on all these gold chains
After I give my women all these gold rings
I’ve been so fucking tired of these niggas
I’ve been head and shoulders on these niggas
I might catch a case for 'em
I might change the game for 'em
I might catch a case for 'em
Somebody just catch a case for 'em