lil blade – rookie of the year lyrics
[verse 1]
they tried to keep me out the hood, i still be there everyday
went and hit her on the block, can’t let no hoes know where i stay
used to hold me off bills, they like dang to my face
i know all that sh+t gon’ change if a n+gga blow today
carry cash, no cards, i’ll buy the whole bank
you drinkin’ lean to look cool? still sippin’ […] drink
ain’t got no love for no hoes, i’m in love with ben frank+
let the hood give me a statement, i’ll leave that b+tch blank
i ain’t these rap+n+ggas, i can show your ass a hunid long
you stressin’ over rats, i’m d+gg+n’ hoes that look like nia long
been that n+gga in my city way before i made a song
and now, i’m world+wide, still slappin’ off a minute+phone
hangin’ out the roof, cut the top on a new ‘vette
still was f+ckin’ model hoes before the blue check
that outdated ass kit, you need a new set
i’m up now, don’t give a f+ck who up next
[chorus]
rookie of the year, and i’m all over my pros, eh?
these lame n+ggas actin’ tough for the hoes, eh?
i can’t f+ck with no b+tch with no goals
f+ck n+ggas, i’ll get it on my own, eh?
these lil’ boys like my sons, n+gga
i’ll make a grown b+tch want a young n+gga
i’ll turn a broke b+tch to a gold+digger
middle of the summer, yeah, i’m still froze, n+gga
[verse 2]
young n+gga a real boss, you see me, i get soft
you stuck in the hood, come to the crib, you might get lost
chain yellow+gold, know my haters, they p+ssed off
arrogant as h+ll, yeah, i think i’m the sh+t, dawg
sittin’ in a crib full of glue and a hunid cash
we ain’t doin’ arts and crafts, n+gga, with your goofy ass
piece $30k, link ten, n+gga, do the math
got her tryna f+ck the whole clique, with her groupie ass
you wait in line, i’m slappin’ five’s with the club owners
come to me, what you need?, i got the plug on it
hit her once, now she say she want a son from me
went and told her friends about me, now her friends want me
i got options, i got dubs, i got […] in my pocket
like melo, we gon’ cut you out the picture with the rocket
i’ve been grindin’ 24/7, ain’t no stoppin’
money on the floor, like a janitor, we moppin’
[chorus]
rookie of the year, and i’m all over my pros, eh?
these lame n+ggas actin’ tough for the hoes, eh?
i can’t f+ck with no b+tch with no goals
f+ck n+ggas, i’ll get it on my own, eh?
these lil’ boys like my sons, n+gga
i’ll make a grown b+tch want a young n+gga
i’ll turn a broke b+tch to a gold+digger
middle of the summer, yeah, i’m still froze, n+gga
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