Cartier Jones - Volume lyrics

[Verse 1:] Tell the DJ to turn up the volume All I spit is Valium Coke, dope, Promethazine, boy, I've got that loud, too Cartier can bless the mic, I tell 'em I'd be proud to n***as see me getting money and they ask me how to Huh, a couple haters talking reckless But I step over them squares like I'm playing checkers I'm from the Chi, so you know I stay with steppers Didn't your mama ever tell you not to play with peppers? I am, a cayenne Giant, in my land Rappers get rhymed on, Iraq, Iran When I get dressed it's like I fly out, then fly in That's why your woman's trying to bang co*k, Thailand A lot of rappers show off, but sk** is what they don't show Money, cars, clothes, tell me something I don't know Boy, I kick flows and kick n***as off the boat But these airhead n***as won't float though, oh no Cartier Jones, why you trying to be different? I'm trying to be Mike, they're trying to be Pippen I kinda be tripping cause the wine that we're sipping Trying to f** the game up, but the condom be slipping Costa Rican women on my dick but can't get close to me I'm married to the game, and girl, I can't commit adultery It's best you don't propose to me, because I am supposed to be On top of the game With lights on top of my name And diamonds on top of my chain because of the lyrics affecting my brain And if you don't hop on a plane, then you little n***as is not in my lane I'm fly, F-L-Y F.Y.I. I'm effin' fly Take the beat and wet it up, you'll need a while to let it dry It's like I've got cheat codes, R2, L2, Tekken 5 Hip-hop's on the respirator, no, I cannot let it die I'm pumping and I'm pumping, guy Don't make no a**umptions, my These rappers consumption, I Eat 'em up like pumpkin pie School of hard knocks, yes, I am Alumni Didn't say Illuminati, no, I do not trust the eye Hip-hop I'm in love with, so I guess I'm who you're stuck with, guy Any letter of the alphabet, but you can't f** with I