Ralph Lo - Plug Me In lyrics

Sick of the weak sh** they feed us on the radio Live in stereo so once again here we go To all my real cats who love to hear the real raps I still understand the reason that you feel that Yo, I'm a crook like Donald One of Chips add up like coins listen everyone joins in the session Know when I'm about to teach a lesson In love when micronesses starts finessin Listen, raps off the hook as L's burn, take it like a man kid it's our turn Shout out to all my peeps getting green like they suppose to Yo from the fam understand, kid we toast you Love the way of goin down baby No doubt these b**hes weak a** see the style Until the day I'm up an gone I'm gonna get it on An' let me warn all your foes you gettin sh**ted on From day one we had hot mix Yo I thought you cats could chill sh** I got this In a smash, time to take respect burn some extra cash Even come through an' get some extra a** Plug me in I see you wanna be down but you don't hit the list You could either give that or you can get with this Man I promise just to hit you with officialness An' all I ask is you don't get me nor my pistol clips So recognise the guns blast for the love of that Are yo good for me pull my blast I'm a see that a** Until then I'm a rhyme kid and still shine But when I spot him I'm a get him got him bottom line That future rap, yo I'm crap cause I play the streets An the way yo n***as live that's what I say the beast Keep the cheddar in my pockets ain't no bubbly An when it trouble me, Henny make it a double, G LB fam represent New York City Hang on the strips, an we keep whips pretty All my keys throw your L's up, you know it's on I'm a keep this sh** strong until the flow is gone Plug me in Let me get a mic a checker, one, two now I came through this show these n***as how we do now Cadillacs be seated an we gettin weeded As long as I've been in this game I haven't been defeated You can't f** around my sh** is at a puntin radies Top or not still hot ain't nuthin changed All these are G subs in uniform You violate the fam, see how you'll get torn Out the frame yo you know why a n***a came An' by the time I'm at the door you know a n***a name Mr. Cheeks MC, did you get it yet Place ya bets I got some gats up in my Nauty sweats Love the Benadet, elves we throw Sue Wynette We hate enough to get in they well, fill your stretch Get, an' meanwhile while you be talkin that same sh** We'll fanagle this game kid Plug me in