Loaded Lux - Rite (Remix) lyrics

It's Loaded, hey little loved I'm always gonna be beloved, you understand that? My vision getting clearer I'm looking in the mirror I'm saying to myself that's a fly n******g Harlem is the city got all my n******gs with me You know that they get bus lets ride n******g Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da You n******gs know I'm hot right? Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey You trying to take my spot right? Play the bench the starters is staying in My thinking cap on I'm 'bout ready to raise the brim Been bathing in the money so honeys the fakers went I got enough fans ain't looking to make a friend Right? Bad news for n******gs with rap moves sponsored links The facts prove I way up in the stat pool If cash rules the bread good then you fast? fool Thought I left, but I ride on'em like tattoos Mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of all Maybe the monologue, or fancy designer clothes Buying' out the bar for baby behind the bar So you can tell them n******gs retire I'm on my job They want me as a martyr drop the hem on a mama RIP out to Huddy and light a candle for Harlem Bring the n******gs that knew me And b**hes that love me truly 100 bands in the box And bury me in my Gucci Beloved Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da You n******gs know I'm hot right? Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey You trying to take my spot right? All my fans say f** you in the fan mail Cause I had they main girl on a hand held I go to the store they try to pop my fan belt Then I body'em in the street like Cornbread Earl Boy I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull Windex in the pen to make it crystal 170 but in rap I'm a big dude so yeah, I got bars like a gym room Boy I'm that dirty so tell the rap Jury That tennis, the only way a n******g gonna serve me My black mac Bernie, I even mac Siri sh** I'm k**ing the mic like Conrad Murray Get ya weight up boy, you wanna hustle with it Even my protein bars got muscle in it Pop my trunk, pop yours nothin' in it I'm cool so hold up, wait a minute Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da You n******gs know I'm hot right? Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey You trying to take my spot right? Lux I'm Loaded 'bout ready to spit a verse On haters I unloaded be ready to get his hearse I'm bout to send him notice If Harlem don't get him first Send him down to unemployment Cause homie gone get this work Hot Benz, every honey is top ten If she Hops in, then more than likely we not friends Look I'm locked in, Hit you like Skelly, your top spin First I pop, then I'm out like Pirellis on stock rims Flyest in the game, still applying the pain Since Milk was top billing And '. was riding the train These paper thin villains get scraped and thrown in the flame 85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain 85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain 85 percent of rappers is fake and so is they chain Now that's a no-brainer 36 in my Chamber Now a moment of silence I throw a L up for banger Lyricist not a singer Don't ever forget its Gangsta The Ladies they get the thumbs up Coppers they just get the finger Beloved Da da di ri ri da ri da, di ri ri da ri da You n******gs know I'm hot right? Da da di ri ri da di yey, di ri ri da di yey You trying to take my spot right?