Lames Songtext
von Mr. Capone-E

JREYZ
Uh, it′s the J-R-E-Y-E-Z

Now I really don't like being too generic
But I rap it on this track just so you would hear it

Y′all keep telling me I rap about the same shit
Rapping 'bout hoes, and I'm acting all famous
But I be at the club doing my stance and shit

Too many basic hoes, see, I can′t stand these bitches

Celebrate with the team, feeling great doing me
We just having a ball, spilling Ace on my jeans
Bottles we didn′t buy, compliments from the owner
Why you playing that guy, who playing the friend zoner?
Just came to have fun, can't take it so serious
Listen to my other shit, you say I ain′t a lyricist?
Feeling like I gotta keep repeating myself
Y'all got a problem with it? Y′all should be seeking some help
Yeah, L2H, this the shit we gotta deal with
You don't have to like it but respect it, on some real shit


Ain′t no one here changed, still with the same friends
Even when I became what I am (what I am)
Baby, you could be my main, but I don't know your name
Why you kicking with the lames, huh? (with the lames)
Why you kicking with the lames?
Bring your girls over here, wanna
Holla at your friends (not the lames)
Why you kicking with the lames?
Drinking out, one bottle with ten of their friends, huh?

Team riding with me so you know we gotta roll deep
You mighta heard this and that but nah, don't know me
Got a couple homies from the streets but they low-key
Peripheral vision, gotta watch for the police

Uh, but I ain′t about the negatives
Sleeping on the kid like you been on sedatives
The mainstream, yeah, you know I′m on par now
Let me wake your ass up with the alarm now
Stand out, stand out, the whole team shining
Drinks got me leaned back with no reclining

Repping for my people and I put us on the map now

All about competition, I ain't gonna back down
No opacity, you fade into the background
Milk the whole industry, I′m looking for the cash cow
All these bitches wanna go and chase the fame life
She moved to the next, to the next, on the same night, woo


Ain't no one here changed, still with the same friends
Even when I became what I am (what I am)
Baby, you could be my main, but I don′t know your name
Why you kicking with the lames, huh? (with the lames)
Why you kicking with the lames?
Bring your girls over here, wanna
Holla at your friends (not the lames)
Why you kicking with the lames?
Drinking out, one bottle with ten of their friends, huh?

Why you kick with the lames, huh?
I know you tryna catch fame, yah
We still bossing with the real ones
Capone, Double E, I got some mollies if you need some

No room for egos and the bullshit
Tell like it is if you're just a gold digging bitch

I kick a bitch off my table
Thirsty little tramps can′t function with the label

Hanging with my PR (PR)
I was born just a hood star (hood star)
Invited by J.R
Now we buying out the whole motherfucking bar
So for it, keeping the trump tight
Asians, Latinas and the Persians and Whites
All celebrating who we became
We still the same and you know my name
Fuck the fame

Ain't no one here changed, still with the same friends
Even when I became what I am (what I am)
Baby, you could be my main, but I don't know your name
Why you kicking with the lames, huh? (with the lames)
Why you kicking with the lames?
Bring your girls over here, wanna
Holla at your friends (not the lames)
Why you kicking with the lames?
Drinking out, one bottle with ten of their friends, huh?

What you know about clumsy?