Vado - The Greatest lyrics

I'm like Ray Charles sitting courtside, I can't see the game These rappers get deals that need to change Too much carrying like Aaliyah's flame I'm in the jungle cutting trees and things On me fatigue pants It's a bigger picture, you don't need a frame On the road to riches for a minute but just starting to see the lane From linux ave to Cedar lane I know n***as that get it fast and heed a bang Freeze the Muller, dining at Peter Lugar Large platter under the napkin I keep the ruger Cigar tapping, ashes is dropping, speaking to shooters Were schooled to the game by street teachers and tutors Jail preachers and movers OG's I make em proud Enough to go wholesale but I'm a break em down Take a pound leave out the back and don't make a sound Bout to shake the crowd, so y'all can start the hating now [Chorus: x2] Ballin' you not You ain't getting money stop Where your work at on the block? Who you got pumping the rock? Thought you was sitting on the top See me sh**ting in the drop How I'm living you can watch Trap all day trap all night Money in the bank when that crack all white Front around me, get clapped on sight High top airs, got em black on white Hat on right, tilt on the waves All white xj got milk? on the plates Know some real dudes that'll k** for the yay Clip spray, get your whole chest filled with the k Still to the day, n***as need to hate Just came from the A Did a part with Lisa Ray Little light joint you can still see my face real quick Hand shake then me n flee leave the place High-speed chase, yellow canary charm In a Carrera 4, I got my Carreras on Greeting me at the door, she naked don't wear a thong Tatted from ear to arm, the neighbors can hear her yawn [Chorus: x2] Ballin' you not You ain't getting money stop Where your work at on the block? Who you got pumping the rock? Thought you was sitting on the top See me sh**ting in the drop How I'm living you can watch Lock doors when I step in stores Dough I collect like I'm waiting for you to accept a call Your metaphors like old ladies menopause Never thought you was real anyway like Santa Clause You need to get up and do something baby boy Word to ma every morning I heard that lady's voice Kept bud and guns that made a crazy noise Gat fully aimed sluggers See me with little wearer's hat, hoody same color Pretty boy on the low black skully waves under Tom Cruise in the v speeding thru days of thunder Blow haze and wonder like who the next n***a? It gotta be me, hands down I accept n***a It was your catch but yeah I intercept n***as Thought they was reppin the Bronx the way I x n***as [Chorus: x2] Ballin' you not You ain't getting money stop Where your work at on the block? Who you got pumping the rock? Thought you was sitting on the top See me sh**ting in the drop How I'm living you can watch