MTG MC - LAME? (feat. Rated-R Playboy) Lyrics

We all got the same 24 hours
Did dirt need 24 showers
Know the next move but you dont know ours, damn
I dont really got much to prove to no cowards
Might see real flowers when i show steel like Bill Collins
Only goal was to make yall feel sour
Got a sober mind aint no pill popper
Imma die for the bitch im f*ckin
Just might crash out like them twin towers
These simp hours, you aint got shit for no cashapp and no texting
I been on my grind, staying in my lab i feel like dexter
These 16s airing off i can do this shit with no effort (no effort)
I gotta make it, i feel no way, i feel no pressure
Had like 15 cent in my wallet in 2015
I was so broke couldn't afford no dream
I was out real lifing, and i blow through it when i feel like it
These hoes foul but they still liking
They be ran through and niggas still wifing
And niggas too internet, they get slid on and they still typing
What has it come to, went from illmatic to nas x in a frontal
And niggas dip out when they girl missing they punctuals

Tell me you aint no lame nigga
And really belive it
You really aint fooling nobody
Like how could you feed it
We not the same, i get out of bed and go
Get some money when feeling defeated
Pussy is pussy, and nigga i get that shit
When i need it, right now i need it
You aint no lame nigga
Really belive it
You really aint fooling nobody
Like how could you feed it
We not the same, i get out of bed and go
Get me some money when feeling defeated
Pussy is pussy, my nigga i get that shit when i need it
Right now i need it

Right now i need it
Im down to do what it takes
But its not in your blood you niggas anemic
Told you right from the jump you ain't hop on the wave
Then nigga I'm leaving
Im still making minimum wage
Its making me hungry starving to reach my achievements
Get my bread up, keep my head up
Make so much money until i get fed up
You think this is sweet and its all fun and games
But i aint talkin candy im ticking off names
Put a tac on the map
Marking down where im attackin them at
Wondering where all my passion is at
I start looking back when
My daddy would tell me
You ain't no lame nigga
You better believe it
I teach you the truth and the proofs in the pudding
From all that you seeing
Best be a boss than a nigga who steadily feindin for green and
Just honor your mother and i
Keep a legacy your future kids can believe in
But yall lames know nun bout that
Your sound just one big sack
Of pent up anxiety, scared to just be
Yourself be shunned by society
My music it gives you sobriety
You was drunk off attention and trends
Got lost in the numbers and all the women
It started mess with all your dividends
Then you heard my voice saying through the wind
You ain't that lame nigga
Stop bein a lame nigga
Go find your own lane, try to make a change
To this f*ckin game nigga
Start paving your way, forget what they say
Put feet to the dirt nigga
Cause its gonna hurt when your temple
Collapses from being predictable
So put in the work to grind to the top and become exceptional
Not laid out on the sectional
Texting these women asking for sex and
Alluding to all those around you
You'll never be great cause you locked yourself up in a pessimal
Situation feeling small as a decimal
But staying complaint is key to your expiration
Make a nation and get straight to cultivating
All the groundwork to feed you and those you stay with
F*ck the haters go disprove what they've been saying
Blue pill in they mouth they stuck in the matrix
But you gotta break out show em you ain playin