Accept That You's Lame

[Verse 1] Accept that you's lame Step in my lane, I'll pop the four and then I'll bless you wit' game Think it's a drought, oh, oh, 'cause it's been left in the rain My profession's the same That's rappin' off beat, barely professin' your pain [Verse 2] For all the nights when we was goin' hungry, my stomach empty I gave these niggas the best of me and it wasn't in me Now I pull up with some hoes who all wanna come and get me They poppin' bottles and shakin' ass while they bumpin' 50 [Verse 3] I'm holdin' the top with somethin' that holds fifty shots Don't wanna talk, you better not send me shots I'm in the kitchen, but I don't touch the pot My man get it in while I sit and plot [Chorus] I got this way For all the nights when we was goin' hungry, my stomach empty I gave these niggas the best of me and it wasn't in me Now I pull up with some hoes who all wanna come and get me They poppin' bottles and shakin' ass while they bumpin' 50 [Verse 4] I'm holdin' the top with somethin' that holds fifty shots Don't wanna talk, you better not send me shots I'm in the kitchen, but I don't touch the pot My man get it in while I sit and plot [Verse 5] Ayy, yeah, ayy My man get it in while I sit and plot [Verse 6] I'm in the kitchen, but I don't touch the pot My man get it in while I sit and plot Ayy, yeah, ayy My man get it in while I sit and plot