Lil Fame - What Goes Around lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro: Statik Selektah] They say what goes around comes around This rap game is a gamble, it's like a roulette wheel You just gotta learn to take the ups with the downs [Verse 1: Lil Fame] Here comes the first thing, you know I don't fake it Usually bust raps on how to rob a n***a naked Made for the Benjie, crack era frenzy Rest in peace [?] Spuds MacKenzie Major or independent, this street sh** I represent it We look major on the independent Go dig down your b**h mouth to where her neck be And explode like Mentos in a Pepsi Good morning, scrub, Built you a little fort huh f** your fort, little n***a This blood sport, little n***a You balling on the wrong court, little n***a Right now, homie, you staring down a barrel This is the sound of New York airing out to battle But as the game goes on and all you lames fall off Me and Statik show off, show off [Verse 2: Easy Money] What goes around comes around, am I coming or going? Only God knows when my time'll come to its closing I got a wonderful flow and a bright future, a nice Ruger I just might shoot ya with this gun that I'm holding I've never been no shook a**, I ain't running from no one Brought a can of whoop a** y'all don't want me to open Who want it with Easy? Got a militant mind And a weapon with enough bullets to fill up your spine Plotting on getting to mine, I may let 'em out Bet I give 'em more rounds than a Mayweather bout When I aim at his scalp and bang 'em out You would think his brains was chilling how them hanging out For real, and your women I'm all in 'em They calling 'em a G-star in the hood like raw denim Your boy k** 'em back to back, bringing this rap sh** back Spazzing black on these Statik tracks It's easy