$aggin Par lyrics

[Hook: Caleborate]
I've been so f*cking tired of these n*ggas
I've been head and shoulders on these n*ggas
I might catch a case for 'em
I might change the game for 'em
I might catch a case for 'em
Somebody just catch a case for 'em

[Verse 1: Caleborate]
I don't really f*ck with you ab n*ggas
To tell the truth dog, I really hate rats to begin
Drop a line with tinny words instead of facts within it
Catch me, tinted, gold b*tches
When I ride around I don't even play you
Just because she down don't mean she won't play you
You n*ggas on my nerve like my old lady
Cool by association don't mean that you famous
Whipping yams instead of whipping up your babies
n*ggas in the street, but where is your baby?
Chasing money even if it drive you crazy
But won't chase the education cause you won't get famous
See I just said some real sh*t
The type of sh*t that make you rewind and feel this
Less words but I'm speaking bigger
Extra sauce is for the love, n*gga keep your skrilla
Extra sauce is for the love, n*gga keep it lit
I'm out in Oakland like all these white people here
I'm at the show like there's hella white people here
I guess their preparations keep my music playing
The game is mine, I'm gonna keep that sh*t
I'm finna buy me a freaking whip
After I put on all these gold chains
After I give my women all these gold rings
[Hook: Caleborate]
I've been so f*cking tired of these n*ggas
I've been head and shoulders on these n*ggas
I might catch a case for 'em
I might change the game for 'em
I might catch a case for 'em
Somebody just catch a case for 'em