MBM Ray - King In The Game Lyrics

Nigga, I be fresh as a bitch I'm talkin' fresh as a mint
Look how I came up on these niggas I done went and got rich
Them niggas mad as a bitch I know they hatin' and shit
They probably wanna take my position I ain't playin' that shit

Nigga, I be fresh as a bitch I'm talkin' fresh as a mint
Look how I came up on these niggas I done went and got rich
Them niggas mad as a bitch I know they hatin' and shit
They probably wanna take my position I ain't playin' that shit

Nigga, I be fresh as a bitch don't got no stylist and shit
So many racks in my pocket Don't carry wallets and shit
Look like I'm robbin' and shit Look like I'm slanging them bricks
Look how I came up on these niggas Got em' talkin' that shit

I went and made myself a boss Ain't takin' no days off
I play the game like I'm X-Box I bet they thought I was lost
Rest in peace Pimp C, I do this shit for the streets
Walk in the club, I'm fresh as f*ck I ain't got no ID

Not from the H, but I'm swangin' F*ck what y'all niggas claimin
You try that shit, we bust your ass Nigga, it's bout to get dangerous
I see I'm ridin', switchin' lane to lane Countin' all this money
Don't hate the player, nigga, hate the game F*ck it, I be comin

Nigga, I be fresh as a bitch I'm talkin' fresh as a mint
Look how I came up on these niggas I done went and got rich
Them niggas mad as a bitch I know they hatin' and shit
They probably wanna take my position I ain't playin' that shit

Nigga, I be fresh as a bitch I'm talkin' fresh as a mint
Look how I came up on these niggas I done went and got rich
Them niggas mad as a bitch I know they hatin' and shit
They probably wanna take my position I ain't playin' that shit

They probably won't take my position got em' mad as the f*ck
You bout your bread, I'm bout my bread You won't get paid for a war
We go way back, like eight tracks Say what be nigga say that
Big glock loaded up where your face at
Throw your phone in the river, can't trace that

Nigga, you ready to shoot? Nigga, I'm ready to slide
Who gon' die? Come and try F*ck it, yeah, that's a homicide, huh
Oh, you really wanna do somethin'? You say you wanna try, nigga
How the f*ck you steppin'? Boy, you trippin', shoes untied, nigga

Oh, you got big racks, huh? You ain't worried bout none, yeah
Oh, you slanging that dog food, that white shit, that yeah, yeah
You ain't know I could've rapped like this You ain't know I got racks like this
You ain't know I could've f*cked your bitch You ain't know I had sauce like this

What I pay for the work two-four, nigga What I'm doin' what your bitch don't know, nigga
Good to you, but to me, she a hoe, nigga I can f*ck her from the back get throat, nigga
Yeah, she want that candy, man She want that candy, man
She want that candy, man, huh