$aggin Par Songtext
von Caleborate

I been so fucking tired of these niggas
I been head and shoulder 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 and innies
Drop a line with trendy words instead of facts in it
Catch me, tinted, gold, bitches
When I ride around I don′t even play
Just because she down don′t mean she won't play you
Niggas on my nerves like my old lady
Cool by association don′t mean that you famous
Whipping yams instead of whipping up your babies
Niggas in the streets but where is your baby
Chasing money even if it drive you crazy
But won't chase a education ′cause you won't get famous
Yeah I just said some real shit
That type of shit that make you rewind and feel this
Less words but I′m speaking bigger
Extra sausage for the love nigga keep your skrilla
Extra sausage for the love nigga keep it lit
I'm out in Oakland like why these white people here
I'm at the show like there′s hella white people here
I guess they pay reparations if I keep my music playing
The game is mine I′ma keep this 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 been so fucking tired of these niggas
I been head and shoulder 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