Kevin Hart - Rick Ross, Stalley

These young niggas got that Kevin Hart

They wasn’t ready

Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s

Five scores tell these fish tell me

Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me

Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me

Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me

Cried money, they thought I was hungry

They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes

Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly

What you gon' tell me really?

All these rangles and cangles I’m on some player ish

In the streets hustle hard, want my mane no itch

War, ready to boil, ready nothin' to tangle with

Meddle with things, beautiful wife, work for that single kid

When it comes to mic fights I’m known to strangle shit

Don’t try and size me up, blind me up, no angles whip

No slip by, hold on life is vice rip

Run a tight ship aye, aye, aye captain

Sailor shades, clothes tailor made

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This is life, this beyond my rappin'

This is joggin' for your drawl

Flappin' so much time for fashion

I’m cooler than most

I smoke to the roach, your joint passive

My past is the seed mac

And why my shawty slide pass him

She bat lashes, I cut up Kalila, sport my reefer

BCG medallion on my neck for the non-believers

Grows from the soil I’m that kind of creature

Used to write in empty rooms

Now I line the bleaches

These young niggas got that Kevin Hart

They wasn’t ready

Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s

Five scores tell these fish tell me

Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me

Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me

Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me

Cried money, they thought I was hungry

They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes

Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly

What you gon' tell me really?

In all honesty the flow Cali I’ve been annointed

The one shows and the kit gang like Neymar

Was low key, now I’m back on everybody’s radar

The ones asleep, I don’t pay y’all no mind

I still shine like the brightest lights, sauce divine

Intervention my suspension, got the Chevy’s sittin' high

Not to mention I be writin' with my angel on the side

Angel on the front of the car, 'luminate through the night

Sharp white smell so the haters pipe down

Been at it for a while

I ain’t goin' nowhere, you niggas so square

Guess you ain’t shaped up the last

Heavy investors supercedin' my past

Y’all still scrapin' for cash

Never been a slave to the dollar and I’m thankful for that

This music got me out of the trap so I’m thankful for rap

Faithful to the faithful addicts so I bass up on tracks

And cook up another classic then serve 'em a bash

These young niggas got that Kevin Hart

They wasn’t ready

Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s

Five scores tell these fish tell me

Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me

Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me

Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me

Cried money, they thought I was hungry

They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes

Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly

What you gon' tell me really?