Rodey Cali’s Remedy - Prime

Yeah let's go
I'm in my prime nigga
Yeah you telling lies nigga
Yeah uh check it check it yeah
I'm in my prime I'm on my grind so I shine nigga
You telling lies you ain't the fly I know your kind nigga
I write these rhymes you feel these lines all the time nigga
Your pocket's dry you ain't that guy I know why nigga

Look I'm not with the bull
I need my pockets full
Big stacks big racks big Macks big traps big plaques
Look I don't want no cotton sack
I want something like Cadillac
My rhymes is a artifact
Pay me like quarterback
But this ain't no franchise
You salty like French fries
You ain't ballin bro
You just a bench guy
You let time went by
And I can't waste mine
I'm trying to be known
From Long Beach
All the way to Shanghai
But this ain't no karate flicks
This ain't no karate kicks
Oh I love a naughty chick
Who got her body thick
And she super hot
Call her my wasabi bitch
Hit that lobby quick
I'm in my prime Bitch

I'm in my prime I'm on my grind so I shine nigga
You telling lies you ain't the fly I know your kind nigga
I write these rhymes you feel these lines all the time nigga
Your pocket's dry you ain't that guy I know why nigga

Look I 'm in my prime
Ain't talking Amazon
Got all money in
I'm on my marathon
Nipsey Hussle
Put me on
Got me thinking
Like a Don
If you talking money
You better carry on
Look I'm in prime
Like Kobe back in 06
Who else you know
Shoot 81 in this bitch
Cali niggas getting rich
Cause we taking risk
Dumb niggas dying quick
They out here
Laying stiff y'all know
What's up with this
Ain't no misfits
No biscuits
No mystic
No lipstick
In my district
You better
No lie to kick it
Cause we get vicious
We Get malicious
Leave you in stitches
She like the way I rhyme
Tonight she's gonna ride
It's the way I grind
God knows imma shine
The way I'm in my prime
Ain't nobody testing mine
I gotta strategize
Got money on my mind

I'm in my prime I'm on my grind so I shine nigga
You telling lies you ain't the fly I know your kind nigga
I write these rhymes you feel these lines all the time nigga
Your pocket's dry you ain't that guy I know why nigga

Written by:
Rodolfo Gutierrez

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