Natti - Ruled The World lyrics

[Verse 1] I keep white by the gram, like a gla** of milk Keep cake so I gotta have the Coolest Whip Eightball for your pocket; No cue to stick Like a alchy on a bender, I could use the fifth Cause the b**h I pitch is so sultry—trust me White girl that turn a m**m n***a to adultery Add bakin' soda, turn sugar to candy ‘Cause I can move the rock like Solomon Vandy The stones in my Rollie like Amos and Andy My crib's in the hills where my neighbors can't stand me Hurry-caine by the bird like I play for Miami My weight gain's famous; they should hand me the Grammy DEA so close, they almost family But Natti speak in code, so they can't understand me So like a New Era, I'ma stay on top While you nick' and dime n***as gon' stay on “Cops” [Verse 2] So many locksmith rappers, all about the keys In this land of make believe, fiends pose as kings Everything that bling blings ain't gold, it seems No more plaques for raps; been reduced to rings Lips like sugar, full of c**aine slang Talk real rich with no neck game When every blunt's dro like there's no plain jane On a lost highway, trafficin' one lane Two thousand miles til that dead-end came It's a motherf**in' shame it's the motherf**in' same How many damn rappers slap “Young” in front their name? How many grams after rap? Residue remains Back when the inkpen made you a kingpin But now the sh**'s played and you stuck in your ways Now you feel real lame, as you think in your brain (That was when I ruled the world) [Verse 3] Big rims, big gems, dark tint on the ‘Lac I'm bout dealin' in dollars, f** dealin in fact I used to hustle for rent, now I'm spendin a stack ‘Cause dopeboy rap's what's good in the trap If I can get enough ringtones on cell phones Far as Sprint goes I'll be certified plat' Rock enough big clothes while my bling shows For some crack tales, what's the harm in that? Saditty n***as talkin' like I'm harmin' rap In my city, n***as lovin' that we on the map A&R on me hard ‘bout my album stats But I'm a star in the making, they can't drop this act [Verse 4] I know… “A hustler do, what a hustler can” I walked the road from dope boy to smart man In a jungle full of monkeys that listen to Tarzan Just tryn'a be stars but they just comets for real A flash in the sky, ‘cause it's nothin to deal Plenty trappers in the hood, you ain't inventin' the wheel Plus these labels play dirty like Commissioner's Shield Now you missin' on charts, and you missin' your meals Again—back when the inkpen made you a kingpin But now the sh**'s played, you just stuck in your ways Don't you feel real lame, when you think in your brain (That was when I ruled the world)