Pass me the mic, cause these niggas ain't rockin' it
They know me I got the flavor fo real
I'm a chef in the booth, when I get right to choppin' it
Walk in the mall, and I get right to coppin' it
When I got money, I got a lil' confident
Smokin on dope, and it had me so out of it
Coolin off Bali, now I be on top of shit
I'm a rockstar, and she like how I'm rockin' it
I really put in the work, and it's obvious
Watching my moves, and they steady be copying
If I don't get it, I get up and try again
Used to be cappin', I don't gotta lie again
Spit off the top, it's no reason to write again
We brought the blicky, we don't gotta fight again
Was in the dark, but I'm seeing the light again
All of this groupie shit, getting me tight again
All of the shit I be rapping about, I hope you know a young nigga be living it (uhh)
Why they be running their mouth, they're talking a lot, but they never be listening (uhh)
I had to really get disciplined
I got a couple of fans out in Michigan
You are not sending shit
Say that you're sending them shots, you're missing and hitting the innocent
I was just rapping so I could see better days
Didn't wanna trap, but I did that shit anyway
We running fast to this money, in every way
Got on my grind, cause I knew I had bread to make (uhh)
Hate for no reason they're pitiful
I could send demons to pull up and get at you (uhh)
Shooters around playing peek a boo
My hundreds blue, but my shorty she yellow like Pikachu
Whole lot of cap shit, cap shit going on
My bro he was moving funny, had to cut him off, was I wrong?
They're gon hate you whenever you're here
But they love you as soon as you're gone
Why they be rubbing me wrong?
You don't know me you just know all my songs
Pass me the mic, cause these niggas ain't rockin' it
They know me I got the flavor fo real
I'm a chef in the booth, when I get right to choppin' it
Walk in the mall, and I get right to coppin' it
When I got money, I got a lil' confident
Smokin on dope, and it had me so out of it
Coolin off Bali, now I be on top of shit
I'm a rockstar, and she like how I'm rockin' it
I really put in the work, and it's obvious
Watching my moves, and they steady be copying
If I don't get it, I get up and try again
Used to be cappin', I don't gotta lie again
Spit off the top, its no reason to write again
We brought the blicky, we don't gotta fight again
Was in the dark, but I'm seeing the light again
All of this groupie shit, getting me tight again
Glomanie - Intro/Again Lyrics
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Pass me the mic, cause these niggas ain't rockin' it
They know me I got the flavor fo real
I'm a chef in the booth, when I get right to choppin' it
Walk in the mall, and I get right to coppin' it
When I got money, I got a lil' confident
Smokin on dope, and it had me so out of it
Coolin off Bali, now I be on top of shit
I'm a rockstar, and she like how I'm rockin' it
I really put in the work, and it's obvious
Watching my moves, and they steady be copying
If I don't get it, I get up and try again
Used to be cappin', I don't gotta lie again
Spit off the top, it's no reason to write again
We brought the blicky, we don't gotta fight again
Was in the dark, but I'm seeing the light again
All of this groupie shit, getting me tight again
All of the shit I be rapping about, I hope you know a young nigga be living it (uhh)
Why they be running their mouth, they're talking a lot, but they never be listening (uhh)
I had to really get disciplined
I got a couple of fans out in Michigan
You are not sending shit
Say that you're sending them shots, you're missing and hitting the innocent
I was just rapping so I could see better days
Didn't wanna trap, but I did that shit anyway
We running fast to this money, in every way
Got on my grind, cause I knew I had bread to make (uhh)
Hate for no reason they're pitiful
I could send demons to pull up and get at you (uhh)
Shooters around playing peek a boo
My hundreds blue, but my shorty she yellow like Pikachu
Whole lot of cap shit, cap shit going on
My bro he was moving funny, had to cut him off, was I wrong?
They're gon hate you whenever you're here
But they love you as soon as you're gone
Why they be rubbing me wrong?
You don't know me you just know all my songs
Pass me the mic, cause these niggas ain't rockin' it
They know me I got the flavor fo real
I'm a chef in the booth, when I get right to choppin' it
Walk in the mall, and I get right to coppin' it
When I got money, I got a lil' confident
Smokin on dope, and it had me so out of it
Coolin off Bali, now I be on top of shit
I'm a rockstar, and she like how I'm rockin' it
I really put in the work, and it's obvious
Watching my moves, and they steady be copying
If I don't get it, I get up and try again
Used to be cappin', I don't gotta lie again
Spit off the top, its no reason to write again
We brought the blicky, we don't gotta fight again
Was in the dark, but I'm seeing the light again
All of this groupie shit, getting me tight again
They know me I got the flavor fo real
I'm a chef in the booth, when I get right to choppin' it
Walk in the mall, and I get right to coppin' it
When I got money, I got a lil' confident
Smokin on dope, and it had me so out of it
Coolin off Bali, now I be on top of shit
I'm a rockstar, and she like how I'm rockin' it
I really put in the work, and it's obvious
Watching my moves, and they steady be copying
If I don't get it, I get up and try again
Used to be cappin', I don't gotta lie again
Spit off the top, it's no reason to write again
We brought the blicky, we don't gotta fight again
Was in the dark, but I'm seeing the light again
All of this groupie shit, getting me tight again
All of the shit I be rapping about, I hope you know a young nigga be living it (uhh)
Why they be running their mouth, they're talking a lot, but they never be listening (uhh)
I had to really get disciplined
I got a couple of fans out in Michigan
You are not sending shit
Say that you're sending them shots, you're missing and hitting the innocent
I was just rapping so I could see better days
Didn't wanna trap, but I did that shit anyway
We running fast to this money, in every way
Got on my grind, cause I knew I had bread to make (uhh)
Hate for no reason they're pitiful
I could send demons to pull up and get at you (uhh)
Shooters around playing peek a boo
My hundreds blue, but my shorty she yellow like Pikachu
Whole lot of cap shit, cap shit going on
My bro he was moving funny, had to cut him off, was I wrong?
They're gon hate you whenever you're here
But they love you as soon as you're gone
Why they be rubbing me wrong?
You don't know me you just know all my songs
Pass me the mic, cause these niggas ain't rockin' it
They know me I got the flavor fo real
I'm a chef in the booth, when I get right to choppin' it
Walk in the mall, and I get right to coppin' it
When I got money, I got a lil' confident
Smokin on dope, and it had me so out of it
Coolin off Bali, now I be on top of shit
I'm a rockstar, and she like how I'm rockin' it
I really put in the work, and it's obvious
Watching my moves, and they steady be copying
If I don't get it, I get up and try again
Used to be cappin', I don't gotta lie again
Spit off the top, its no reason to write again
We brought the blicky, we don't gotta fight again
Was in the dark, but I'm seeing the light again
All of this groupie shit, getting me tight again
Writer: Omanie Reynolds
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