300 Bars Lyrics - Singles - Rama

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad that you could make it out 

It's kinda funny how this whole thing came about 

I got some shit on my mind it's time to break it out 

So grab a seat and pay attention to what I'm sayin now 

You know the deal, mic check, 1, 2 

This shit'll never be the same soon I come through 

Because Im gunnin' for respect it's a must that I get it 

So I'ma kill it from the 1st to the 14th minute 

Uhh, 300 Bars had to triple up a Benjamin 

I got em feelin my shit they like "let 'em in" 

I pedaled in, gripped up the mic 

Now the rest locked out like a dick to a dike 

You're fucking right I gotta stay in my zone 

Like what's a heaven to you? Cause I'm creatin' my own 

Ya see, I'm proud to be a fuck up and I'm makin' it known 

Because that shit is straight infected in my veins and my bones (Ya know?!) 

I'll let you hear these wild thoughts that I wrote down 

Cause I've been up for days feeling like I'm coked out 

I never slow it down, push it to the limit man 

How could I give a fuck if I don't even give a damn? 

I'm just a man I ain't claiming that I'm perfect 

I'm a fucking low life rhymin' til I'm burstin' 

Cause I'm an underdog soon about to levitate 

And kill it until they callin' me a hip hop heavy-weight 

You in the presence of a mother fuckin' defect 

Contaminated with a curse as a reject 

I'm mixing pills while I'm chugging down a full bottle 

Why the fuck you think they callin me a Role Model?? 

Its Rama mothafucka, I know you heard my name 

If someone killed ya city I'm the one you turn to blame 

Cause every time I come around you know it's sure to rain 

So check the weather for this mid-west hurricane 

I'm rhymin' a lot and I'm coming to rock 

I know these times are tough but, really.. when are they not? 

Now you could find me running right up to that number one spot 

Cause I mean it when I said this shit is all that I got, 

I'm hot.. but still you know my flow is cold 

And yeah I came a long way but theres more to grow 

Its time to blow, these motherfuckers shaking when I'm going in 

Then they try to stop me, shit like "here we go again.." 

But go ahead, ain't a way that you could hold me down 

I'll leave you on the ground looking like a fuckin' clown 

You fuck around while I'm in it to win it 

So take a look, you see that throne? In a year I'm gon' be sittin' in it 

Im sick of everything, Im living through an epidemic 

A fucking drop out but rappin' is my academic 

I came to wreck it now my future looking beautiful 

Cause I ain't tryna work a 9 to 5 in a cubicle (Fuck that) 

That's real shit and its a pretty simple conversation 

I've got one life and I dont really wanna waste it 

And to be honest theres alotta big shit I'm chasin 

If you a new fan, Welcome to the Rama Nation 

This shit has got me going off the wall 

I used have the positive thoughts but lost them all 

But still I'm on a fucking mission I dont pause or stall 

I keep it moving cause I can't afford the cost to fall 

Uh, Now you could you say that I'm a magical man 

I'm grabbin a crayon to scribble up a radical plan 

And oh yeah, You're damn right I'm breaking out the cage 

Come and take a deeper look as we turn the page. 

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This life's a trick, I'm lovin the treat 

People lookin at me crazy, but it's nothing to me 

You should see their fuckin' faces when I rock it live 

I'm turning heads like Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 

Now this the moment that you notice that I'm dope in every kind of way 

And now these record labels givin' me the time of day 

They wanna see what I got, so while I rhyme away 

I'm making sure they're doin' double takes with every line I say 

Thats right boy see this shit is what I do 

Oh you steppin' in my lane? I'm thinking who the fuck are you?? 

Then I kick ya to the side where your ass belong 

You see that used to be me.. but now the past is gone 

So I'm attacking the throne, cause shit I'm back, and they know 

That I'm bad to the bone and now you see me packin a show 

I rap then I go, up in the back, mackin' a hoe 

Their boyfriend mad.. I'm laughin as I'm tappin' it though 

But yo, what can I say, these women love the way the track slappin' 

So I dont even need a bed to make the magic happen 

I just press play and let the product do the talkin' 

A couple tracks later, got that bitches booty rockin' 

I'm puffin' cannabis and chillin back up in the attic 

Stackin' up my rhymes, thinking like an rap fanatic 

This shit is cinematic lookin' like a motion pic 

I wrote the script for you to see the way I flow and spit 

My troubled thoughts coming back in the scene 

I got a pocket full of nothin' and I'm lacking the green 

I'm speaking of the cash and all the prices that I had to pay 

Its like the worse I feel, the more I put it on display 

I'm always going back and forth with the good and bad 

I lost the grip of all the shit of which I coulda' had 

Cause I've been nothing but a prick but I might as well 

Why would I like you if I don't even like myself? 

I'm layin' back smokin' on a cigarillo 

I'm feeling down and out flickin' ashes on the pillow 

I'm glaring out the window staring at the moon light 

Sippin' on the 40 thinkin' how to get my mood right 

I'm feeling like I'm living life in the rain 

But still I fail to see the point of even fighting the pain 

And fuck it I used to want to go to heaven now I'm holding out 

So Biggie' tell em' how it's going down. 

Photos 

(When I die fuck it I wanna go to hell 

Case I'm a piece of shit, It aint hard to fuckin' tell 

It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the goodie goodies 

dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies) 

(Yeah you got that right) 

And a matter of fact, tell God that I wanna fight 

Put that shit up on my life and we could do it tonight.. (Psyche) 

But really I could give a fuck or much less 

So whats next on this long road to success 

I never wait for shit I'm busy climbing to the top 

My grindin' never stop, rhyme until I fuckin drop 

They used to hate it and now they bump it all around the block 

I got the key for me to win and now I found the lock 

So check it.. I'm never dwelling on the enemy 

I hear The Beatles singing when they tellin' me to 'Let It Be' 

And if you doubted me I bet you're feeling dumb now 

If you don't even like me then click the fuckin' thumbs down 

And quit the bitchin' I'm just tryin to rock 

These stupid haters really need to get up off my cock 

For real, somebody needs to try to find another dick to feed 'em 

Like where the fuck is Sandusky when you really need him 

I'm a motherfuckin' skitzo 

Going through the struggle but still givin you hits though 

You think I'm whack man? You could go to hell and rot 

Cause you ain't nothing but a joke, like a rent-a-cop 

Now I don't mean to be a prick, 

But if I wanna be 'Rich' then I gotta be a 'Dick'... right? 

I love life but I'm always having these sick thoughts 

Coming through the mic with a flow fatter than Rick Ross. 

So now I'm up at dawn and workin' like an Ese 

It's seven days a week and I don't ever take a rest day 

You rappers sellin' out, now you gettin' less pay 

Claimin' you a "G" but begin it with an F.A. 

Ya get it? 

Cause you a fag mawfucka man 

Like god damn.. why you tryin' to fuck another man? 

It's my bad but shit I gotta be the realest, 

The illest, You feel this, I tell you whatever the deal is 

I'm taking it all and giving it back 

Look at my life, I'm livin it bad 

Sick with the way that I murder a track 

I do it the same anywhere that I'm at 

Like oh yeah, you know dat, make moves like a nomad 

And yo man, you so mad that I'm ballin' like a gonad 

You pissed off? Well Im just getting started, heres the kick off 

The lift off, and now these women wanna suck my dick off 

Hah, And dont be mad at me I'm really not a cocky dude 

But this is underground, fuck your Waka Flocka tune. 

You walk away then I'm the best that you passed up 

I'm underrated now you bitches got me gassed up 

But that's the reason that I trash talk 

I bring it sicker than the aftermath when two fags fuck 

I'm just a loud mouth slip into a cops house 

Pissin' on the carpet so no need to get the mops out 

Just let it sink in, and if it start stinkin' 

Just tell him it was me and how I never got him even (hey!) 

I'm thinking negative but trying to find the positive 

I'm spending all my energy and start to feel the cost of it 

I'm doing what I do to be accepted by the masses 

So I could bang bitches with big tits and asses 

I'm tryna blow so I can grab a Jenn Keating-type 

Bang her on a stack of money and tell her I'ma treat her right. 

So I'ma find a way of getting by this stone wall 

Oh shit, I got it; let me make a quick phone call 

Yo whats up doc! hey let me get some Adderall 

Maybe then I'll pump a couple songs to my catalogue 

I spin the top of the bottle open and grab em' all 

Flip a middle finger to the world as I cap it off 

Yeah, now check it out, heres the deal, 

See I'm really not cool, but fuck it, I keep it real 

Cause I'm married to this life you could say I got a hot date 

Go ahead and hate it tell me later how my cock taste 

Im Self Made, got it tatted on my body 

And I'll never slow it down till I'm riding in a Maserati 

Sippin' the fine wine and puffin' on the ladi-dadi 

Then show it off, till they claimin I'm illuminati 

How do I do it? Ima rock it till the break of dawn 

Do it on my own, ain't nobody that I'm waitin' on 

You try to step in my way then I'ma take it on 

Put you on the edge, stand above you as you hangin' on 

And fuck a mic, bitch, I'm spittin' in your face 

See I dont even need a studio to put you in your place 

Hah, What can I say, I'm a goddamn psycho 

I got em' like "Fuck this kid he's pretty tight though." 

I'm just a potty mouth, you pussy little dick fuck 

I take a drug test; start shittin' in the piss cup 

You left me out your Top 5? Go and rip your list up 

If you aint even bumpin me, then cut your fuckin wrists up 

There's weed in my nose, and coke in my lungs (..What?) 

I'm taking your girl and gropin' her buns (haha) 

Cause fuck it I'm broke, I got no funds 

But I'm -- runnin' shit - I'm an ass, no pun 

I got first class dreams wit' a low class appetite 

I'm lookin' for the cake and when I find it Ima grab a bite 

And now these people say I'm rappin tight.. 

I laugh in spite cause I notice that my haters gettin' mad I'm right 

Attack at night, so they dont notice if Im black or white 

I choke em' until they turning different colors like a traffic light 

N I'll act polite before I smack ya dike 

Cause you a bitch with a dick.. and don't they call that a hermaphrodite? 

Youre probably thinkin', "yo.. fuck this little cracker-ass, 

Fuck 300 bars and everything that's coming after that, 

And Rama sucks, shit, he can't even spit.." 

Well three words for you motherfucker, Suck my dick 

That's why I'm sick of all this rap shit 

Cause all these kids always talkin' so fly but forget to bring the passion 

I'm seeing all this fake beef, What the fuck happened? 

You wanna start shit? Let me hear it on some wax then 

I swear to god I've fuckin' had it with these twitter thugs 

Cause when I meet 'em they ain't doin' shit but givin' hugs 

These stupid fucks talkin' shit behind a phone 

But their Mommy tuck em in, sleepy tight up in their home (aww..) 

I see you talk alotta shit but you bluffin', you nothin' 

I smoke you like the blunts that Im puffin' 

I hit you in the face like the nuts that Im bustin' 

On cunts that Im fuckin, OH was that your cousin? 

Ah it wasn't? Damn, whats the fuss then?! 

I know I'm fucked up, but still I try to function 

And Ill admit I'm not the dude that you should trust in 

I'm just disgusting...End of discussion. 

Now switch it up I'm 'Dead Wrong' for the fuck of it 

They tried to hate it now these mother fuckers lovin' it 

300 bars, 5 beats, and not a shit given 

I'm going hard up in this bitch, you feel my dick stiffin'? 

I'm the sickest young buck that you've ever seen 

Never dyin' out, steady growing like an evergreen 

So now they gonna see the skill that I pack 

I'm feeling backed up in a wall, but I'm pushin' em back 

Cause I'm the dirtbag pretty boy comin' outta Illinois 

Y'all been waiting for it so I figured I would fill the void 

I check the competition.. laughin' as I watch and listen 

Talkin' like they buzzin' but fuck it I guess I must of missed it 

Now gimme the mic and I'ma guarantee to kill it right 

Spit a couple rhymes while I'm sippin on a miller light 

You wanna' join me? then go and grab a cold one 

Fuck it, get the weed hit me up and we could roll one 

Yeah.. now this that shit we can smoke to 

I'll grab an eighth and a philly then I'ma roll through 

It's the young life, never doing what we told to 

You wanna' party motherfucker? Get the whole crew 

We at the bottom, but we fillin' it with love 

So we pop a couple pills, while we smoke a little bud 

Cause we livin' through the drugs, and experiment with life 

We may work in nine to five, but our spirits in the night.. Aight..? 

They try to tell me situate into a better place 

This life is nothing a race, but I set the pace 

I just smoke, get drunk, and I rap too 

It go together great, like fast food and fat dudes 

Envision my dimension listen to this intervention 

Pay attention to this shit in which the way it build the tension 

Cause I don't even gotta' rap like I'm ballin' out 

And gimmick it with dumb ass mottos, the fuck you talkin' bout? (YOLO) 

Thats why these blogs never post my songs, 

God damn.. got me thinkin' "where did I go wrong??" 

It seems ain't nobody like me, what the fuck is up that 

Tried to get a beat, but shit, Sap never hit me back 

Come on man we was cool a couple months ago 

But once you got your money its like "damn.. where the fuck you go?!" 

It's all good though, just think it through 

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you 

Son you shook, Its about time I made you look 

You're damn right you a slave to a page in my rhyme book 

Salute to Nasir Jones and Mobb Deep 

Ima legend in the makin', aint no fuckin' way to stop me 

Now fuck the bullshit let's take it to the last round 

There ain't no quitin I'ma bring it till I pass out 

So heres my last opportunity to get em hooked 

I built a name and Ima show you all the pain it took 

I gotta tell you man Im glad to be back 

But I'ma give it to you real for the end of the track 

Now check it.. were coming down to the finish going full speed 

I proceed to dig deep and let the pulse bleed 

I go to battle, reminisce on every kind I fought 

They shootin through me as Im gathering my final thoughts 

I'm feeling stuck man, I'm feeling weary 

Is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me? 

I got arrested last month, what the fuck yo 

Dont mean to bitch but I could use a little luck though 

I swear to god I gotta make it through 

I gotta kill it cause you know thats what I came to do 

N all these weak MCs? Yeah Im schoolin' em all 

But I dont fuck around with them cause I do it for y'all 

I'm the voice of the fucked up kids who never win 

They're the reason that Im always pickin up the pen again 

So Im going for the gold and doing what I can 

Had it all mapped out now I'm living through the plan 

But damn, the only reason that it look like this.. 

I put the past to rest, and blew a goodnight kiss 

And I remember last year I was taking my time 

But now Im looking at the world dreamin of makin it mine 

I never takin' a break, fuck that, I came to dominate 

I swallow up an XR 20 so i can concentrate 

Yeah, you know I do it for the fans 

I'ma see the day the paper is stackin' up in my pants 

Go and ride into the sun set, puffin' on the marijuan 

Never regretting a single thing Ill let it carry on 

I got a dollar and a dream and if it all comes true 

Then I'm hookin up my family and my team 

Ima roll into the city with a pocket full of green 

Go and shop till I drop as I'm coppin all the preme 

See, I'm on the grind and I'm lovin' the fight 

Yeah life IS a bitch but Im fuckin her right 

Thats why Im up in the night Im dedicated to the game 

And its money over pussy you could put it on my name 

Ugh, My crazy attitude is leakin' through the microphone 

I knuckle up, steady going through the fight alone 

And to be honest? It's scraping up and scarring me 

But never could I leave it cause I know that it's a part of me 

What the fuck, I'm feeling trapped in my own skin 

I zone in when the cold wind flow in, 

I'm rock and rollin', and yo, now you know that 

I'm locked and loaded to blow any moment 

So from the bottom to the fortune and fame 

Ill be ready for whatever, let it poor, let it rain 

Im in love with the game and it's time I run it 

Like what's 99 problems I just gave 'em over 300