Stay Schemin feat. Drake

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R.I.P. to all the real niggas worldwide! Salute! Real shit… I ride for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas I slide for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg I ride for my niggas Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg I ride for my niggas Damn, life's so short Fuck it, I don't wanna go to court (Huh!) Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though Fuck it, I’m on the run for the month (Woo!) I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it My lil' niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid (Huh!) I’m gettin' money, that's in any nigga category Double M, I got Gs out in California (huh!) I ride for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas I slide for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg I ride for my niggas It bothers me when the gods get to actin' like the broads Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all I just ask that when you see me you speak up, nigga, that's all Don’t be duckin' like you never wanted nothin' It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge Me and my G from D.C., that's how I roll around Might look light, but we heavy though You think Drake will pull some shit like that? You never know Million-dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga I tell that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty Ms Kobe my nigga, I hate it had to be him Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym (Huh! Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym) Tell Lucian I said "fuck it," I’m tearin' holes in my budget Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public Ordered her the filet, told 'em, "Butterfly it, she’ll love it." She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin' I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and pussy identical You like the fuckin' finish line; we can’t wait to run into you But let me get my mind off that Young rich motherfucker gettin' mine off rap, with my niggas (huh!) I ride for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas I slide for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg I ride for my niggas From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (Huh) Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (Huh) Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (Huh) My niggas got the powder through the post, dawg (Huh) Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (Huh) Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds (Huh) Ten grams off my last 250 now (Huh) Big-ass crib, 250 down, damn! Gave my nigga Max 7-5 (huh) Then gave my nigga Penthouse another 30 (Huh) Fuck it, got me thinkin' like I'm 7-5 (Huh) Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30 I ride for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas I slide for my niggas, dawg I ride for my niggas Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg I ride for my niggas Maybach Music