Old School Game - Rick Ross, Stalley

My mama said be ready when your number’s called

And ball out until you ready to take that number off

Watch what them haters say

Watch what them leechers prey

Peel your ears back, don’t listen what them haters say

'Cause when you start worrying about them that’s when you lose focus

Don’t worry Tez I already know why you think your boy wrote this

A bunch of tag-alongs pullin' on my coat tail

Them same lames now tryna wish your nigga well

And for them boppin' girls who now wanna kiss and tell

You can kiss my ass and go to H-E-double L

This the getback baby don’t look at me funny it’s been that crazy

Small high haters, I’ve been a little lazy

Until I went home and seen the stubborn faces

Of the people that erased me

Then all that instilled in me came to life

And the reboot at the light

In the still of the night

It dawned on me

How I got to make this wrong, it’s right

Whether we ball at poker

We all know jokers, we go all in

Jersey under the street code, hold up

I can hear my city callin', come on

O-H-I-O that’s the city where I’m from, that’s the State

I said O-H-I-O you ain’t really ready, fuck the hate

Everybody comin' I’ma tell 'em one thing

Stalley got it elevate the music one thing

Ay O-H-I-O elevate the game, elevate the game