The Game - Daytona 500 (500 Bars) Lyrics

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Hov invented swag i'll give him that

But who invented slime about the niggas in the fitted caps?

Reppin cincinatti they ain't ever been there

I'm working the track out no under armour chinwear

Fuck bad bitches check my list see kim there

Stacey dash i'll smash and pass

Nut on her face like skin care

Can't get rid of me the game gon' be here

Like teachers with they tenure

No pen here straight off the dome

I throw a shot blacka knock him straight off his throne

That goes for every nigga the nigga with the lockjaw

And that heavy nigga i ain't talking about ross

He the motherfucking boss i'm the ceo

Niggas using their skymiles just to see me flow

I've got the illmatic cd flow fake diamonds

Fake kaballah beads niggas seen me flow

Getting tired of these niggas feds put wires on these niggas

I got some richard pryors for these niggas

Couple court cases couple shell cases

Trickling off the ground right next to where the ace is

I can't take this shit that i'm seeing in the industry

I'd rather be everybody's enemy in the back of the strip club

Guzzling some hennessey; i really made it rain with meech

I got memories

Fuck with em here blow out your memory

Take the route 4 for the chevy we rock kennedy

Like a bottle of patron one nigga can't finish me

Whoop a nigga's ass he'll tell the cops there was 10 of me

Ice on my neck i ain't ever had an injury

Ice on my wrists i ain't ever had an injury

Meanwhile niggas see me with the doctor

Platinum plates on a phantom nigga welcome to the opera!

Welcome to mi casa shrimp scampi and lobster

Big bowl of og kush watching [?]

Nigga take a hit of that california kush five

You ain't gotta send it back

Quarterback nigga i gotta send it back

Get charlie sheen on the phone tell him to win it back

The summer over nigga tell them that the winter back

Take that boy crying bitch nigga come get it back

Snapback? fuck that! authentic fitted cap

Nigga talk shit then it's off with his fitted cap

Off with his fitted cap

Let these niggas know that the boss of the city back

I need a 7 5/8 philly hat

Rozay where that nigga meek milly at?

Where beans where chris where gilly at?

Can't stop bloodin' i'm a fucking hemophiliac

1st nigga on the set with a red rag

Then the industry took my whole swag

Pound sign dag and all of you niggas is fucking fags

I dare you come play up on the boy got

20 niggas with me can't one of them spell "hors d'oeuvres"

Pearl handle but i don't eat oysters

Catch em in the hood 24's on that porsche

An omen had to divorce her. she ain't wanna get in the truck

I had to force her

Heard she wasn't giving it up you had to force her

Buy homegirls some bottles to intercourse her

Where they do that at? where my bloods at?

Where my soo woo rag? where my lil nigga

From where they do voodoo at?

4 albums all number ones go and google that

So i'm banned like the number ones

How you try to make it rain with 100 ones

Nigga i'm able to the game no cummerbund

Everyday i'm in the range with another gun

I snipe ya... no wesley

I'm the king motherfuck elvis presley

I'm the king and i be smoking dare a nigga come and test me

Put two 9's in your back wayne gretzky

Yo i'm ahead they can't catch me

5'10" and over nigga arrest me

I be out tomorrow my lawyer'd beat that

Now nigga go and tweet that

I just did nigga re-tweet that

And tell floyd i've been workin' on the speed bag

He don't fight pacquiao then i'm up next

Cut his eyes like [?] cut checks

I'm a millionaire nigga fuck stress

Put me on basketball wives it'd be a fuckfest

Shoutout to funk flex shoutout to dj clue

Shoutout to dj ski shoutout to dj pooh

He gon' cry when he get in the car

Like i cried blood tears when i was gettin' the star

Like i told vita guerra she wasn't gettin' that far

Got some head then i kicked that bitch up out of the car

But look at the bright side it was the slr

And you've been kicked out worse don't act like i was the first

Then came amber alert

You ain't supposed to talk about it nigga wipe where she squirt

Like a soda can i can murder this beat if yeezy and hova can

So here we go again

Pounds of the kush and couple of my oldest friends

Last week i was in my uncle otis' benz

Back it up into the throne it's totaled then

Only had a full week it ain't broken in

I'll prolly never be king it's kinda soakin' in

Heard i'd never go big from the po' end

He had a complex all i got is concepts

Classics legendary straight up out the projects

San diego aztec number one prospect

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Aston martin that's a foreign object

Phantoms 'rraris wasn't 25 yet

Lambos mazdis wasn't sayin' 5 yet

17 million my son wasn't 5 yet

Disrespect the whole rap game and ain't die yet

Hov let's make a side bet

I'm a j. cole fan can a nigga drop next?

(damn i mean he got a good thing)

Call pay per view can me and 50 box yet?

Dr. dre can i hear detox yet?

Yeah i got some singles on that bitch

Where that ho malaya at got some singles for that bitch

Turn on the radio got some singles on that bitch

Prada gold me? me and kris kringle on that bitch

Goin' ham in the club you should see me in this bitch

Space bottle tall as bobby valentino in this bitch

How it turn into a casino in this bitch

Tell 'em it's g-money i'm with nino in this bitch

On my toes like a ballerina in this bitch

No prodigy at summer jam screamin in this bitch

Child prodigy bobby fischer leanin' in this bitch

All the poor ass niggas ain't wanna see me gettin' rich

Too late for that though i got cash flow

Young fidel castro actin' like an asshole

And i don't know better

I ain't know if this a louis vuitton or polo sweater

To me the y-cell logo better

Watch a knock-off cause these hoes know better

If i make a documentary i'll be rich forever

Like my nickname dick i'll be rich forever

Pause... now applaud and let these real hip-hop fans count my bars

Let these real hip-hop haters count my cars

Back to swishers fuck a cuban cigar

Unless it's handed to me by a cuban

All these haters on my dirt so i might as well smoke it with mark cuban

Old nigga new york knees ewing

Kyrie irving give a fuck about a 2 inch

Got these bitches giving me brains stupid

Finally got the otis instrumental had to loop it

New school rapper shot by cupid stupid

Everybody sayin' they sick i got lupus

And i'm still on the block like the new kids

I got a few kids i got a few cribs

I got a new kid so i bought a new crib

2.5 stupid not a new crib

50 helped a nigga out but the truth is

All this shit from one freestyle on whoo kid

If i ain't the king then nigga tell me who is

If i ain't won the west the last 9 years who did?

I'll wait while i'm starin' at my hublot

In my blackberry looking for pictures that do blow

Used to push weight like a sumo

Give it to my bitch better stuff it in the culot

Take it to the visitor room give it to bruno

These niggas take a bag and slide to a new box of uno?

But that's too much inf for the you know

Where i'm from a rat'll never give orders to you know

I heard your lil' album kudos

They say the shit a classic nigga i got a few of those

A few hoes new clothes like i'm jason derulo

So niggas step to the side like a euro

And if a nigga get too close

Boom fill slugga? to the dome pujols

Niggas don't like game they a bunch of puntos

I'm sippin' mojitos with ms. puerto rico

Julie? floor seats durant shootin' free throws

Back to the spot left eye in the peep hole

A1 perico? stay about my stash

I'm just a middle man niggas fuckin' up my cash

Police pulled me over now they fuckin' with my dash

2 blocks to go throw that shit up in the trash

2 glocks to blow put a bullet in your ass

Like plaxico got you jettin' up the ave

I swear to god man these niggas make me laugh

'pposed to be my future you ain't fuckin' with my past

I shoot first ask questions last

Kobe mind state why the fuck would i pass

Boost crime rate then make twitter crash

All in one day with my controversial ass

My grandmother smh my mama like damn

The hoes loling and my niggas goin' ham

Run your lips like gina shake your thick like pam

This a bloodsport jean claude van damme

180 bars man damn

Love farrakhan but i'm 'bout to go ham

You hear what i just said? nigga damn

I love the beat but i'm 'bout to go ham

Yeah hard as a mother fucker

Open my garage see cars like a mother fucker

Walk up in the club see broads like a mother fucker

50's pulling titties out of bras like a mother fucker

Ace of spades black car like a mother fucker

You niggas broke rush card like a mother fucker

Outside the club plush cars like a mother fucker

And we ain't rent shit these ours like a mother fucker

But fuck with my niggas see stars like a mother fucker

Snoop busta and nas they my mother fuckers

2v2's and ar like a mother fucker

Kid red rap star like a mother fucker

Goin' bout this otis beat hard like a mother fucker

Drums? weak as fuck read minds? like a mother fucker

Give drummer some? bitch get on your knees and give a plumber some

I'm leakin

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