Ready to Score

I admit that I've been lost

But I've been found

Have you been around?

How you go about goin' around town?

You got the girls

You got the bottles

You in check?

What's next?

Making it out the bullshit and the drama

Watch your words, they come around quick like karma

I'm so sick on Dharma

Plowin' through these fields, homie I'm a farmer

Prayin' on my knees but I ain't no martyr

Went to the same high school as Jeffrey Dahmer

Like to think that I'm a young Lebanese scholar

Rap game more than blue collar

I'm shootin', I'm shootin'

Homie I'm a starter

I'll be polite with your daughter

Young man that'll be a dollar

Put it on a palmer

Ain't nothin' free in this world

Ain't nothin' free in this world

Money ain't growin' on trees in this world

Life's just a bunch of fees in this world

But that's why you gotta go fish

Gettin' the fix for this dish

Chef in the kitchen, my cookin' so rich

Chef in the kitchen, I'm gettin' to this

Girls easier then a flip of switch

I'm fixing my pitch

Got this rap game in a hitch

Wooah I won't miss

Slicin' like swiss

Baby come give me a kiss

I've had all the anti-venom of these snake

Antidote forever flowin' in my viens

Makin' me immortal to these fakes, ay-ay-ay

Diamond in the rough

This rap game is pretty tough

Play the right cards, homie better not bluff

Come in the paint with that weak end up stuffed

I've had enough, I've had enough

I ain't in a rut

Manny with the upper hit yah in the gut

You a mix, you a mutt

I ain't messin' with you, no no

I ain't messin' with you

Pass me the rock, I'm ready to score

Fakes never make it pass the door

Do it for yourself

Do it for yourself

Do it, do it, do it for yourself

Pass me the rock, I'm ready to score

Fakes never make it pass the doors

Fakes never make it pass the doors

Fakes never make it pass the doors

They say that I'm actin' cocky

Don't care what they say

I hit 'em like Rocky

Horse power riddin' like a jockey

Slap shot like I'm Wayne

Why you slippin'? We ain't playin' hockey

I'm spreadin' my wings so I fly with the birds

Some acts of concern but I just go with it

Steps with my Pep

She asking for my number, si

Tell her go head call me papi

No espanol if it ain't sloppy

Why you gotta copy?

I'm fly like the bats be

Everywhere I wanna be

But I have no time you see

I'm just throwing passes

Why you sit there askin' madden?

No Aladdin, flying carpet

Just me and Jasmine, high as shit man, you can't imagine

I'm ready to soarrrr

Yeah, oh-oh-oh

I'm workin' on this

Oh-oh-oh

I'm workin' on this

I'm workin', I'm workin', I'm workin' on thi-i-i-i-is

What the hell happen to this?

What the hell happen to this?

Had to come down to this shit

Had to come down to this shiiiit

Had to come down to it

Pass me the rock, I'm ready to score

Fakes never make it pass the door

Do it for yourself

Do it for yourself

Do it, do it, do it for yourself

Pass me the rock, I'm ready to score

Fakes never make it pass the doors

Fakes never make it pass the doors

Fakes never make it pass the doors