Lyrics Old School Game - Rick Ross, Stalley

Old School Game

My mama said be ready when your number’s called
And ball out until you ready to take that number off
Watch what them haters say
Watch what them leechers prey
Peel your ears back, don’t listen what them haters say
'Cause when you start worrying about them that’s when you lose focus
Don’t worry Tez I already know why you think your boy wrote this
A bunch of tag-alongs pullin' on my coat tail
Them same lames now tryna wish your nigga well
And for them boppin' girls who now wanna kiss and tell
You can kiss my ass and go to H-E-double L
This the getback baby don’t look at me funny it’s been that crazy
Small high haters, I’ve been a little lazy
Until I went home and seen the stubborn faces
Of the people that erased me
Then all that instilled in me came to life
And the reboot at the light
In the still of the night
It dawned on me
How I got to make this wrong, it’s right
Whether we ball at poker
We all know jokers, we go all in
Jersey under the street code, hold up
I can hear my city callin', come on
O-H-I-O that’s the city where I’m from, that’s the State
I said O-H-I-O you ain’t really ready, fuck the hate
Everybody comin' I’ma tell 'em one thing
Stalley got it elevate the music one thing
Ay O-H-I-O elevate the game, elevate the game