Beat Butcha - The Set lyrics

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver] I can't call it, it's going too good to spoil it I made a couple grands fast off my last recordings I'm in it for the cash straight looking past the stardom Survival of the fittest, watch me outlast all of 'em Tryna ball like them Globetrotters but I ain't from Harlem I'm out New Orleans where n***as don't make it out often Yeah, nonetheless I'm blessed Dead presidents in my pockets so my Levi's like a coffin Boss amongst bosses I guess it's in my DNA Growing up I looked up to them G's who was getting paid Imitated they moves and repeated everything they say Was taught to keep it trill no matter what stay away from the fakes Earn my cake never talk to jakes watch for snakes n***as hate, that's just part of the game, the real can relate Stack ya change, best believe I'm out here doing the same Carving a lane out in this game getting paid off my name Ya know? [Hook - 2x] It ain't no time for B-S, P.S I bet they give us respect No doubt, we next J-E-T-S, no time for recess You f**in' round with the best, The Set [Verse 2: Young Roddy] My vision get blurry every time I visit cloud nine Yeah I agreed when they told me this world mine Why follow when a blind leading a blind? Still on my job, I'm on my grizzly, on my grind Small n***a stand tall as a giant Stayed to myself man they used to call me quiet Be the first to say i wasn't always best dressed No shame in my game girl, I used to 9 to 5 it Now that picture crystal clear like I'm using Comet College wasn't for me but I tried it I know a kid that will k** over blood diamonds But I got good sense, I stayed away from nonsense Even though I done been through all kinda sh** But I see straight through 'em these n***as counterfeit And it's obvious I bet they know what time it is And I'm not being co*ky, just confident Ya know? [Hook] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Riiiight Jets at ya motherf**ing jugular Fat boy of the set, Sour D smuggler Kush God with the pot, dope b murderer Harlem World with the flow, tell them n***as double up I said it's cold out here, bundle up Especially if ya chick in the back and she tryna cut sh** I got my bucket low like f** it though Girlfriend's tweeting about it You act like you don't care but you love her though n***as catch feelings like them hoes be catching beat In the Trans-Am with Trade, the cup holder holding heat My uptown grammar talk my way up out the slammer Grab some crawfish from Deanie's holla at Rod up in the manor n***a I'm reloaded thinking about 550's And how many bad b**hes who jump to come and ride with me Spitta got the 'Rari sh** you know my dog n***a landed on the money, sh** broke my fall Jet Life [Hook]