Mal V Moo - Tag, You're It lyrics

Mal V: I'm coming for that top spot Nothings gonna make me stop So sit back and blow one real slow You're gonna need that to relax and get past the fact Ya times up, and i'm coming for the gold And i wont come slow, and i won't come soft i'm a muf f**in boss and you finna take a loss You possessed too many flaws sorry I had to be the cause you can challenge but I bet you do not have the balls I do this on the daily, like I rise And i'm coming for the prize the glory, see it in my eyes looking thru all the denies to a throne thats mine and I don't got time to waste, gotta shine, got grind gotta get this money on my mind seeing all the dollar signs and its mine all mine all mine and its mine all mine all mine all mine A message to the ones in the game i'm coming for you lames and you're gonna know the name I don't play and it'll be such a shame to see you roll off these so called thrones you claim yea i'm taking aim and i'm taking names but ya egos the one that you should blame for the musical ma**acre i'm about to proclaim And this right here, is the sh** bet you can't make sh** harder than this And n***a if you started to, give it up, quit rookie don't mess wit a lunatic I gets crazy on the beat, on my hooks n sh** Better come wit fire if you step to this I'm the realest chick in the b**h Think otherwise, then tag your it Demari: Midwest boy from the middle map Bone did they thing and we bringing that back Still in the hood get a pound for a stack Winter time get cold then we post in the trap Hustle this rap like I hustle that crack Dope boy dreams throw things on the Lac Get a lil shine they don't know how to act Then u gotta wonder why I carry my strap I don't need no friends n***a leave me alone Built this kingdom all on my own Did that sh** they said I wouldn't do it Moved them units b**h ill prove it Hella swagged up rappers Jack my style Face paint red nose n***a you a clown Ask about me been putting it down Anybody step up then they get laid down k**ing this sh**...CSI I get money...n***as get by Yall get dressed...I get fly Yall get high...I get fried Nothing like you, need to catch up I'm first place yall n***az next up Hoooold up wait a minute Let me put some real sh** in it Alotta these dudes ain't really bout that Say they getting to the money but I really doubt that All these wanna be rappers really biting my sh** Hating on me but they love my sh** I run this sh**, Jesse Owens Don't believe me bet they know it Get that money I ain't gotta show it So cold I step out and it start snowing GC da Biz: Make the most of my opportunity, everyday I'm progressing Cause having talent is not cool 2 me, having talent is a blessing These half rapping a** n***as ain't half as ill as they claim Nor half real as they saying, I'm sayin these n***as lame I'm different I'm setting standards Raising bars yeah I manage, 2 separate from the rest of them wrestling wit this grammar Body slammin these verses I'm hot and gotta be first, its not worth it if u ain't in it 2 win it so get 2 workin G.C. Da Biz stepping out that box, hello muthaf**a check yo watch, my time is now, his-story in the making next 2 drop, under that rock u ain't heard of me, like Kevin Hart's pops u gon learn 2day, alright alright alright ima k** it, finger on the trigger, duck duck n***a, this is what it sound like when u be around people like us trust we don't bite that dust, hold my city down like, listen 2 my soundbyte YIKES!, and I don't even write that much, but this sh** here I mastered it, that spot at the top I'm after it, Ima track star b**h and I'm fast as sh**, catch me if u can, n***a tag your're it