Manolo Rose - Series 7 lyrics

[Verse 1: Manolo Rose] f**ery in this game, I done see it all/and n***as lip syncing in this b**h ?/they hoping, wishing, praying, that they see me fall/ well get your court-side seats so you can see me fall/the f**ing giant in this b**h, I be standing tall/you tryin' to reach the rim, n***a you too damn small/ The Backstreet Boys singin' "Clap", they be cheerin' on/I got all them n***as duckin' when that riggy on/the rider music n***a that's your theme song/I hit my knees to pick the lock, but I couldn't pray/ they got me standing at the window with my AK like Malcom in his Heyday, God!/stay up out the street cause you don't wanna die/your momma cryin' on that casket- she terrified/the preacher said you was a real one, he tellin' lies/I'm flexing on this beat, that lyrical exercise...God!/ [Producer hAZEL speaks] What up, my name is hAZEL aka H. I'm originally from Tulsa, OK. When I made that beat originally, what I noticed in that music right there is using a lot of rim shots. I wanted to experiment with rim shots instead of an 808 snare or your regular typical snare. I just took off with it. I have what you hear now [Verse 2: Di'Yari] ? on the digi scale, I can't take a loss/lendin' 20 in the mail, 'bout to knock 'em off/moving all this weight got me feeling like a Ross/now a days, more faith in my burner than a cross/? off pills, 20 off a white smoke, nightmares and cold sweats dreaming that I die broke/bullets in my skin for the side that I ride fo'/had a spot on Chambers, had a spot on ?/made me a $100 K for that cops while they hit me/yea, n***a got asthma, I'm still running the game/takin' off, shoot your amigo if he come for my chain/n***a, you can have my chick, got 20 of those/counted 300 100's and then bag me 100 O's/it's more money more product/how ironic I clean off my sins with these dirty dollars [Producer hAZEL speaks] Rapfest is contributing ma**ively to the music community man, because they're providing an outlet- there's been outlets but not as accessible as Rapfest [Verse 3: Vinny Chase] Yea, ? will keep ya' from Harlem swaggin' for ? luxury/ ten color car seats bu*tery/the game of murder should I leave or should I return again/I know you heard of it, I'm like ? with the turtleneck/I'm coming out of ?/ more ?/ I ain't talking doors when I say my bars got a key/wrist heavy, big chips the whips cherry/we don't beef over chicks, them chips we get plenty/? NYC my f**in' home and every ???/got the ball, money all overgrowin' I gotta go/love it when a rapper talkin' ain't about the money/if you wasn't, you'd be chillin' flippin' burgers to the money...yea, Chase!