O Yeah
Sam Adams
Mp3 Killa
Champs League
Chicks at my table lookin’ at me all perplexed
Like if you ain’t interested in me at least just give me sex
Whats next? Take over electro
Get dough
Longer than a giraffe’s neck go
Lets go
Wanna party with animals baby lets live
Rollin up while my manager checks in
Your girl came through my spot with her 10 friends
Told me she was dolo so they heated when they rolled in
Secretary have some time on the weekday
For you and homies to come check ‘em on replay
Iyaz runnin’ this alone no relay
Truths all up in my rhymes who are these lames
Wake up tip on to the next one
Am I running this game no question
Sammy mp3 on the kick drum
Realist style it don’t matter where we come from
What they playin’
What they playin’
What they playin’
Just sayin’
Just sayin’
Just sayin’
Third wind haven’t slept don’t plan on it
Rather smoke a couple grams go split flawless
The studio lookin’ like my home
I’m getting views like apps on the iPhone
Yeah, on tracks keep ‘em local
I might head down south mp3 get loco
Yeah, but I’m five like ocho
Touch down driving my label getting mo’ dough
And I’m winning over the promo
Shit I’m burning got ‘em moving in slow mo
From the piff that we burnin in the studio
For all my fans I love ya’ll the truest huh
Wake up tip on to the next one
Am I running this game no question
Sammy mp3 on the kick drum
Realist style it don’t matter where we come from
What they playin’
What they playin’
What they playin’
Just sayin’
Just sayin’
Just sayin’
What they playin’
What they playin’
What they playin’
Just sayin’
Just sayin’
Just sayin’
Who they playin?
Not us
Mp3
Sam Adams
Let’s get it