$aggin Par - Caleborate

I’ve been so fucking tired of these niggas

I’ve been head and shoulders on these niggas

I might catch a case for 'em

I might change the game for 'em

I might catch a case for 'em

Somebody just catch a case for 'em

I don’t really fuck with you ab niggas

To tell the truth dog, I really hate rats to begin

Drop a line with tinny words instead of facts within it

Catch me, tinted, gold bitches

When I ride around I don’t even play you

Just because she down don’t mean she won’t play you

You niggas on my nerve like my old lady

Cool by association don’t mean that you famous

Whipping yams instead of whipping up your babies

Niggas in the street, but where is your baby?

Chasing money even if it drive you crazy

But won’t chase the education cause you won’t get famous

See I just said some real shit

The type of shit that make you rewind and feel this

Less words but I’m speaking bigger

Extra sauce is for the love, nigga keep your skrilla

Extra sauce is for the love, nigga keep it lit

I’m out in Oakland like all these white people here

I’m at the show like there’s hella white people here

I guess their preparations keep my music playing

The game is mine, I’m gonna keep that shit

I’m finna buy me a freaking whip

After I put on all these gold chains

After I give my women all these gold rings

I’ve been so fucking tired of these niggas

I’ve been head and shoulders on these niggas

I might catch a case for 'em

I might change the game for 'em

I might catch a case for 'em

Somebody just catch a case for 'em