The Olympicks - Buy Out lyrics

(Verse 1:) A 100 miles and running n***as gunning at the enemy n***as switching sides giving up like its the end of me n***as hollin' family but I know these n***as envy me Pound game thugging to the muthafckin sentence me I'mma trending topic. Top down b**h im riding in the 'rarri If u don't like me then I'm sorry Same OG, I'm just being me f** a critic I rap about this sh** cus I did it Life don't change, neither do the game New n***as getting money but the rules stay the same Who I'm gon' sign with? Who I wanna grind with? That's my only question n***a CMG I'm dying with Cocaine Muzik , cars, money, guns Every n***a I f** wit done went to jail, I made they bond I never leave the house without my chain or my gun Got on my dope boy guccis or a fresh pair of One's (Talking:) Yeah.. see n***a, see I feel like I'm one of the realest n***as that ever walked the face of earth, you know what I mean? And that ain't got nothing to do with getting no money or nothing like that n***a. That's just bein 100 That's being 100 with yourself. That's being 100 with the n***as who 100 wit u, you know what I mean? n***a I got a lot of young n***as around me n***a and it's straight up love like family n***a cuz we'll k** for Each other and that's on the real (Verse 2:) Murder was the case n***a, jump a hurdle win a race n***a Then I put it in ya face n***a. Took a face on my case n***a Told my lawyer go to trial, I'm doing it big in the meanwhile If I lose, raise Mariah for me. If I die bust that fire for me Pour out some liquor and get higher for me I'm doing this one for my homeboys, I'm hollin "Oh Lord". Some sh** we can't afford I just be speaking from the heart but sometimes it rhymes Am I a real rapper or just a n***a with lines? I don't know, I'm confused. Do I supposed to be rich? You know that ho ain't yo ho she just yo supposed to be b**h Yo supposed to be clique. I don't want no allies It's CMG homie and we don't franchise I get green guys, off those white pies Dope in that pot and it get baptized Hallelujah! Bless my shooters Serve my Jay's up, watch him hit that shooter f** this rap sh**, I dont fit in All these f** boys, all these fake friends Streets on fire, plug on go mode Streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load f** yo contract, I won't sign that Labels keep calling me but I won't call back !