a-game – ain’t playin’ nice lyrics
[intro]
one hunnit……billion
[verse 1]
man i’m back to doing rhymes, it’s been said a hundred times
promises don’t get fulfilled, now i’m sounding like a liar
barely scratched the surface musically, and you’d think i retired
all the shit that’s going down’s about to make me lose my mind
chain of events that i’ve been into i felt that i lost my sight
(i can’t see) my future, yet i know that it’s ahead of me
so many believe in me, i ain’t really feeling it
but f-ck that, i don’t gotta rap with a snitch to know that i be k!llin’ it
i’m going in like gynecologists, i’m on top of this
new mindstate in this b-tch i’m stronger than a d-mn rhinoceros
common sense nonexistent in yo’ life
if you think that i would ever drop the mic and be a slave at a nine-to-five
couldn’t do it if i tried, so i’m bucking up to grind
i found my niche and now i’m ’bout to get it popping, tucker rice! what up
allegedly, haha! yo
[hook]
if they know of me, tell ’em i ain’t playin’ nice
if they f-ck with me, tell ’em i ain’t playin’ nice
think they buds with me, tell ’em i ain’t playin’ nice
i don’t give a mothaf-cka if i’m out of line
i ain’t playin’ nice, i ain’t playin’ nice
b-tch i am not playin’ nice
think they buds with me, tell ’em i ain’t playin’ nice
i don’t give a mothaf-cka if i’m out of line
[verse 2]
dammit i’m back to k!lling this rapping shit, lyrically i’ll start stabbin’ a
f-ggot rapper in his abdomen, i’m sicker than coming back from africa
with ebola, ebola, choke on a chode ’till you get a sore throat, no ricola, ricola
i’ll blow on some dosia to keep my composure, but f-ck it i’m done being nice it is over
i take my time with each rhyme and love the compliments
but there’s these 2 lil’ copycats probably think they’re the hottest shit
we share the same name, but i don’t have a twin or gobble d-cks
i tell ’em (go head shawty) and watch ’em both hop off a cliff
f-ck burning bridges buddy i would rather bomb the shit
i’m from the land where kids shoot up horse or pop an oxy script
then think it’s cool to rob an old lady or a mom with kids
so me having these f-cking trust problems makes a lot of sense
and honestly i’ve played so nice
around these lames, now i’m wishing that these fakes go die
if you can’t keep it real with me, you ain’t gon’ slide
i’ll cut you out of my life, after that i pay no mind, f-ck ’em
[hook]
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