CHARLEMAGNE lyrics

[Chorus x2]
Hey! you're f*cking lame, your stupid game
Won't let 'em forget my, my name
HTR or CHARLEMAGNE

[VERSE 1 ]
I know a lot of n*ggas, that ain't real n*ggas
They just skin n*ggas, but ain't got skills n*ggas, unh
pus*y ass n*ggas, mine real killers
n*ggas is my sons, you can ask nicki's, b*tch!
You stupid ass lines is soft, while mine is masika
n*ggas is bad (woof) I ain't talkin Alika
They confused by my tone of flows tones of styles?
Yeah I be heri, but no harry styles (the bullets)
I ain't from Atlanta? Why you act like Malika?
Oh wins? Would I be on Ellen? but not Latifa?
You ain't selling, i'm the best sellers?
I'll go boss, and you go slave, wassup my n*gga?

[Chorus x2]
Hey, you're f*cking lame, your stupid game
Won't let 'em forget my, my name
HTR or CHARLEMAGNE

[VERSE 2]
I only smoke n*ggas, but nah they ain't jewish
And no they ain't ready, used to give 'em calm ish
f*ck off i'm that new ish, f*ck off im the truth, b*tch (b*tch)
f*ck off I'm that new ish (b*tch)
Why you going hard, when your sh*t is f*ckin whack?
I'm more chilly chill, but my barz f*ckin platinum?
You bum n*gga thought he could compete with the rap prince?
I ain't even wanna diss him, but he being whack since?
I'm the best motherf*cker what you complain about
He can't do what the f*ck I do, I see him wishing it bad
When that album gone drop, and it won't be the last
I'll got those checks on my bag
But they'll gotta check on their back!
[Chorus x3]
Hey, you're f*cking lame, your stupid game
Won't let 'em forget my, my name
HTR or CHARLEMAGNE