Rama - 300 Bars lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad that you could make it out It's kinda funny how this whole thing came about I got some sh** on my mind it's time to break it out So grab a seat and pay attention to what I'm sayin’ now You know the deal, mic check, 1, 2 This sh**'ll never be the same soon I come through Because I’m gunnin' for respect it's a must that I get it So I'ma k** it from the 1st to the 14th minute Uhh, 300 Bars had to triple up a Benjamin I got em’ feelin’ my sh** they like "let 'em in" I pedaled in, gripped up the mic Now the rest locked out like a dick to a dike You're f**ing right I gotta stay in my zone Like what's a heaven to you? Cause I'm creatin' my own Ya see, I'm proud to be a f** up and I'm makin' it known Because that sh** is straight infected in my veins and my bones (Ya know! ) I'll let you hear these wild thoughts that I wrote down Cause I've been up for days feeling like I'm coked out I never slow it down, push it to the limit man How could I give a f** if I don't even give a damn? I'm just a man I ain't claiming that I'm perfect I'm a f**ing low life rhymin' til I'm burstin' Cause I'm an underdog soon about to levitate And k** it until they callin' me a hip hop heavy-weight You in the presence of a mother f**in' defect Contaminated with a curse as a reject I'm mixing pills while I'm chugging down a full bottle Why the f** you think they callin’ me a Role Model? It's Rama mothaf**a, I know you heard my name If someone k**ed ya city I'm the one you turn to blame Cause every time I come around you know it's sure to rain So check the weather for this mid-west hurricane I'm rhymin' a lot and I'm coming to rock I know these times are tough but, really... when are they not? Now you could find me running right up to that number one spot Cause I mean it when I said this sh** is all that I got, I'm hot... but still you know my flow is cold And yeah I came a long way but there’s more to grow It’s time to blow, these motherf**ers shaking when I'm going in Then they try to stop me, sh**… like "here we go again..." But go ahead, ain't a way that you could hold me down I'll leave you on the ground looking like a f**in' clown You f** around while I'm in it to win it So take a look, you see that throne? In a year I'm gon' be sittin' in it I’m sick of everything, I’m living through an epidemic A f**ing drop out but rappin' is my academic I came to wreck it now my future looking beautiful Cause I ain't tryna work a 9 to 5 in a cubicle (f** that) That's real sh** and it’s a pretty simple conversation I've got one life and I don’t really wanna’ waste it And to be honest there’s alotta big sh** I'm chasin’ If you a new fan, Welcome to the Rama Nation This sh** has got me going off the wall I used have the positive thoughts but lost them all But still I'm on a f**ing mission I don’t pause or stall I keep it moving cause I can't afford the cost to fall Uh, Now you could you say that I'm a magical man I'm grabbin’ a crayon to scribble up a radical plan And oh yeah, You're damn right I'm breaking out the cage Come and take a deeper look as we turn the page. This life's a trick, I'm lovin’ the treat People lookin’ at me crazy, but it's nothing to me You should see their f**in' faces when I rock it live I'm turning heads like I'll Mind of Hopsin 5 Now this the moment that you notice that I'm dope in every kind of way And now these record labels givin' me the time of day They wanna’ see what I got, so while I rhyme away I'm making sure they're doin' double takes with every line I say That’s right boy see this sh** is what I do Oh you steppin' in my lane? I'm thinking who the f** are you? Then I kick ya to the side where your a** belong You see that used to be me... but now the past is gone So I'm attacking the throne, cause sh** I'm back, and they know That I'm bad to the bone and now you see me packin’ a show I rap then I go, up in the back, mackin' a hoe Their boyfriend mad... I'm laughin’ as I'm tappin' it though But yo, what can I say, these women love the way the track slappin' So I don’t even need a bed to make the magic happen I just press play and let the product do the talkin' A couple tracks later, got that b**hes booty rockin' I'm puffin' cannabis and chillin’ back up in the attic Stackin' up my rhymes, thinking like an rap fanatic This sh** is cinematic lookin' like a motion pic I wrote the script for you to see the way I flow and spit My troubled thoughts coming back in the scene I got a pocket full of nothin' and I'm lacking the green I'm speaking of the cash and all the prices that I had to pay It’s like the worse I feel, the more I put it on display I'm always going back and forth with the good and bad I lost the grip of all the sh** of which I coulda' had Cause I've been nothing but a prick but I might as well Why would I like you if I don't even like myself? I'm layin' back smokin' on a cigarillo I'm feeling down and out flickin' ashes on the pillow I'm glaring out the window staring at the moon light Sippin' on the 40 thinkin' how to get my mood right I'm feeling like I'm living life in the rain But still I fail to see the point of even fighting the pain And f** it… I used to want to go to heaven now I'm holding out So Biggie' tell em' how it's going down. (When I die f** it I wanna go to hell Case I'm a piece of sh**, It aint hard to f**in' tell It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the goodie goodies Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies) (Yeah you got that right) And a matter of fact, tell God that I wanna fight Put that sh** up on my life and we could do it tonight... (Psyche) But really I could give a f** or much less So what’s next on this long road to success I never wait for sh** I'm busy climbing to the top My grindin' never stop, rhyme until I f**in’ drop They used to hate it and now they bump it all around the block I got the key for me to win and now I found the lock So check it... I'm never dwelling on the enemy I hear The Beatles singing when they tellin' me to 'Let It Be' And if you doubted me I bet you're feeling dumb now If you don't even like me then click the f**in' thumbs down And quit the b**hin' I'm just tryin’ to rock These stupid haters really need to get up off my co*k For real, somebody needs to try to find another dick to feed 'em Like where the f** is Sandusky when you really need him I'm a motherf**in' skitzo Going through the struggle but still givin’ you hits though You think I'm whack man? You could go to hell and rot Cause you ain't nothing but a joke, like a rent-a-cop Now I don't mean to be a prick, But if I wanna be 'Rich' then I gotta be a 'Dick'... right? I love life but I'm always having these sick thoughts Coming through the mic with a flow fatter than Rick Ross. So now I'm up at dawn and workin' like an Ese It's seven days a week and I don't ever take a rest day You rappers sellin' out, now you gettin' less pay Claimin' you a "G" but begin it with an F.A. Ya get it? Cause you a f*g mawf**a man Like god damn... why you tryin' to f** another man? It's my bad but sh** I gotta’ be the realest, The illest, You feel this, I tell you whatever the deal is I'm taking it all and giving it back Look at my life, I'm livin’ it bad Sick with the way that I murder a track I do it the same anywhere that I'm at Like oh yeah, you know dat, make moves like a nomad And yo man, you so mad that I'm ballin' like a gonad You pissed off? Well I’m just getting started, here’s the kick off The lift off, and now these women wanna’ s** my dick off Hah, And don’t be mad at me I'm really not a co*ky dude But this is underground, f** your Waka Flocka tune. You walk away then I'm the best that you pa**ed up I'm underrated now you b**hes got me ga**ed up But that's the reason that I trash talk I bring it sicker than the aftermath when two f*gs f** I'm just a loud mouth slip into a cop’s house Pissin' on the carpet so no need to get the mops out Just let it sink in, and if it start stinkin' Just tell him it was me and how I never got him even (hey! ) I'm thinking negative but trying to find the positive I'm spending all my energy and start to feel the cost of it I'm doing what I do to be accepted by the ma**es So I could bang b**hes with big tits and a**es I'm tryna blow so I can grab a Jenn Keating-type Bang her on a stack of money and tell her I'ma treat her right. So I'ma find a way of getting by this stone wall Oh sh**, I got it; let me make a quick phone call Yo what’s up doc! hey let me get some Adderall Maybe then I'll pump a couple songs to my catalogue I spin the top of the bottle open and grab em' all Flip a middle finger to the world as I cap it off Yeah, now check it out, here’s the deal, See I'm really not cool, but f** it, I keep it real Cause I'm married to this life you could say I got a hot date Go ahead and hate it tell me later how my co*k taste I’m Self Made, got it tatted on my body And I'll never slow it down till I'm riding in a Maserati Sippin' the fine wine and puffin' on the ladi-dadi Then show it off, till they claimin I'm illuminati How do I do it? I’ma rock it till the break of dawn Do it on my own, ain't nobody that I'm waitin' on You try to step in my way then I'ma take it on Put you on the edge, stand above you as you hangin' on And f** a mic, b**h, I'm spittin' in your face See I don’t even need a studio to put you in your place Hah, What can I say, I'm a goddamn psycho I got em' like "f** this kid… he's pretty tight though." I'm just a potty mouth, you p**y little dick f** I take a drug test; start sh**tin' in the piss cup You left me out your Top 5? Go and rip your list up If you ain’t even bumpin’ me, then cut your f**in’ wrists up There's weed in my nose, and coke in my lungs (... What?) I'm taking your girl and gropin' her buns (haha) Cause f** it I'm broke, I got no funds But I'm -- runnin' sh** - I'm an a**, no pun I got first cla** dreams wit' a low cla** appetite I'm lookin' for the cake and when I find it I’ma grab a bite And now these people say I'm rappin’ tight... I laugh in spite cause I notice that my haters gettin' mad I'm right Attack at night, so they don’t notice if I’m black or white I choke em' until they turning different colors like a traffic light N I'll act polite before I smack ya dike Cause you a b**h with a dick... and don't they call that a hermaphrodite? You’re probably thinkin', "yo... f** this little cracker-a**, f** 300 bars and everything that's coming after that, And Rama s**s, sh**, he can't even spit..." Well three words for you motherf**er, s** my dick That's why I'm sick of all this rap sh** Cause all these kids always talkin' so fly but forget to bring the pa**ion I'm seeing all this fake beef, What the f** happened? You wanna start sh**? Let me hear it on some wax then I swear to god I've f**in' had it with these twitter thugs Cause when I meet 'em they ain't doin' sh** but givin' hugs These stupid f**s talkin' sh** behind a phone But their Mommy tuck em’ in, sleepy tight up in their home (aww...) I see you talk alotta sh** but you bluffin', you nothin' I smoke you like the blunts that I’m puffin' I hit you in the face like the nuts that I’m bustin' On c*nts that I’m f**in’, OH… was that your cousin? Ah it wasn't? Damn, what’s the fuss then! I know I'm f**ed up, but still I try to function And I’ll admit I'm not the dude that you should trust in I'm just disgusting... End of discussion. Now switch it up I'm 'Dead Wrong' for the f** of it They tried to hate it now these mother f**ers lovin' it 300 bars, 5 beats, and not a sh** given I'm going hard up in this b**h, you feel my dick stiffin'? I'm the sickest young buck that you've ever seen Never dyin' out, steady growing like an evergreen So now they gonna see the sk** that I pack I'm feeling backed up in a wall, but I'm pushin' em back Cause I'm the dirtbag pretty boy comin' outta Illinois Y'all been waiting for it so I figured I would fill the void I check the competition... laughin' as I watch and listen Talkin' like they buzzin' but f** it I guess I must of missed it Now gimme’ the mic and I'ma guarantee to k** it right Spit a couple rhymes while I'm sippin’ on a miller light You wanna' join me? then go and grab a cold one f** it, get the weed hit me up and we could roll one Yeah... now this that sh** we can smoke to I'll grab an eighth and a philly then I'ma roll through It's the young life, never doing what we told to You wanna' party motherf**er? Get the whole crew We at the bottom, but we fillin' it with love So we pop a couple pills, while we smoke a little bud Cause we livin' through the d**, and experiment with life We may work in nine to five, but our spirit’s in the night... Aight... ? They try to tell me situate into a better place This life is nothing a race, but I set the pace I just smoke, get drunk, and I rap too It go together great, like fast food and fat dudes Envision my dimension listen to this intervention Pay attention to this sh** in which the way it build the tension Cause I don't even gotta' rap like I'm ballin' out And gimmick it with dumb a** mottos, the f** you talkin' bout? (YOLO) That’s why these blogs never post my songs, God damn... got me thinkin' "where did I go wrong?" It seems ain't nobody like me, what the f** is up that Tried to get a beat, but sh**, Sap never hit me back Come on man we was cool a couple months ago But once you got your money it’s like "damn... where the f** you go!" It's all good though, just think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son you shook, It’s about time I made you look You're damn right you a slave to a page in my rhyme book Salute to Nasir Jones and Mobb Deep I’ma legend in the makin', ain’t no f**in' way to stop me Now f** the bullsh** let's take it to the last round There ain't no quitin’ I'ma bring it till I pa** out So here’s my last opportunity to get em’ hooked I built a name and I’ma show you all the pain it took I gotta’ tell you man I’m glad to be back But I'ma give it to you real for the end of the track Now check it... we’re coming down to the finish going full speed I proceed to dig deep and let the pulse bleed I go to battle, reminisce on every kind I fought They shootin’ through me as I’m gathering my final thoughts I'm feeling stuck man, I'm feeling weary Is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me? I got arrested last month, what the f** yo Don’t mean to b**h but I could use a little luck though I swear to god I gotta make it through I gotta k** it cause you know that’s what I came to do N all these weak MCs? Yeah I’m schoolin' em all But I don’t f** around with them cause I do it for y'all I'm the voice of the f**ed up kids who never win They're the reason that I’m always pickin’ up the pen again So I’m going for the gold and doing what I can Had it all mapped out now I'm living through the plan But damn, the only reason that it look like this... I put the past to rest, and blew a goodnight kiss And I remember last year I was taking my time But now I’m looking at the world dreamin’ of makin’ it mine I never takin' a break, f** that, I came to dominate I swallow up an XR 20 so I can concentrate Yeah, you know I do it for the fans I'ma see the day the paper is stackin' up in my pants Go and ride into the sun set, puffin' on the marijuan Never regretting a single thing I’ll let it carry on I got a dollar and a dream and if it all comes true Then I'm hookin’ up my family and my team I’ma roll into the city with a pocket full of green Go and shop till I drop as I'm coppin’ all the preme See, I'm on the grind and I'm lovin' the fight Yeah life IS a b**h but I’m f**in’ her right That’s why I’m up in the night I’m dedicated to the game And it's money over p**y you could put it on my name Ugh, My crazy attitude is leakin' through the microphone I knuckle up, steady going through the fight alone And to be honest? It's scraping up and scarring me But never could I leave it cause I know that it's a part of me What the f**, I'm feeling trapped in my own skin I zone in when the cold wind flow in, I'm rock and rollin', and yo, now you know that I'm locked and loaded to blow any moment So from the bottom to the fortune and fame I’ll be ready for whatever, let it poor, let it rain I’m in love with the game and it's time I run it Like what's 99 problems… I just gave 'em over 300