Roc N Mayne - Putting On lyrics

[Verse 1] Hopsin said f** the label Dizzy he stuck with Dame SwizZz working on his album And me, b**h I'm still insane Popped a few pills to deal with the pain Prefer the money over fame She'll f** for a gram of c**aine Goddamn fame is such a cool thing Used to stand by the stove when the heat was off The preachers couldn't reach me what Jesus taught That's the same language that kept the slaves in line I walk out the house I'mma bring my nine I don't trust a broke n***a's frame of mind These f** n***as all wear the same designs I'm still the sh** through the change of times Toast to the real have a drink of wine I woke up like this, why the f** is you living? I take your life if you f** with my children Forensics came and scraped his brains of the ceiling I just f**ing dipped don't play with the feelings I'm just in this b**h to make me some millions f** the middle man we made us a k**ing Spilling liquor got a stain on my linen We give no f**s about the way that you feeling [Bridge] We the ones that got it popping n***a We go hard like ain't no options n***a Can't stop these choppers, get to chopping n***as f** the way you feeling [Hook] We the ones that putting on Put on, Put on, Put on, (x2) We the ones that putting on [Verse 2] We the ones that putting on I put a hundred in her thong She let me f** cause I'm a rapper Send her back home with no make up on This game turned my heart to an icebox I used to wear Reeboks and Izods I still bump OutKast on my iPod When she throw that a** back I'm like "My god" I told that lil' b**h I got money to make How can I stomach the hate? f** around get a gun in your face Don't f** up your day and get punched in the face I walk in this b**h like I'm running the place b**h we still movin' you run in the place Kick down the door when we run through to say "I'm friends with the plug, I can front you the base" This sound like that dope in your veins Young n***a I notice your pain Days with no money had drove us insane Did so much d** I got holes in my brain Far from my circle we know you a lame We go so hard when we go in the paint This that new crack but the stove look the same Slow Motion 2 put your nose in this 'cain [Bridge] We the ones that got it popping n***a We go hard like ain't no options n***a Can't stop these choppers, get to chopping n***as f** the way you feeling [Hook] We the ones that putting on Put on, Put on, Put on, (x2) We the ones that putting on