Lyrics
Chorus (Marka):
I got it on lock,
Itts official, now I'm impossible to stop,
Ain't no way you leavin' on top,
Because I got it on lock,
Climb my way up and I ain't fallin',
I ain't callin' it game,
You see, I got it on lock,
Ain't no changing me,
I'm exactly as I came to be,
Better cuff me up,
And hope these federals is takin' me,
Lock me up in chains,
Even shackle up my name,
It ain't changed,
If one of us 'em the game,
I got it on lock,
1st Verse (Godhand):
From the front to back,
We runnin' that,
Cold textbook game,
OG ghost ride the beat,
Without breakin' the fram INVALID ,
And you know we finna roll,
Straight cruisin' on chrome,
To the cookout,
Better lookout,
We be duelin' at bones,
E&J, Hennessy, Crown Royal, and Patron,
Pimp tight pin stripes,
And designer colognes,
Let's get started,
To the departed,
Spill a splash of my brew,
As groups of dark skinned harlequins,
Strut they ass into view,
Now drop the beat,
Rock the streets,
To the hard concrete,
When h*** come near,
They all ears,
And all eyes on me,
Walkin' gators,
To all them haters,
That despisin' me,
Keep spreadin' lies,
While I rise,
To the highest degree,
Now throw it up,
Get buck,
Bounce, rep yo city,
I'm seein' it through,
Keepin' it true,
Till death come get me,
Straight ballin',
Cake haulin',
Got my hand in the mix,
Like dice and kino,
At the casino,
I'm expandin' my chips,
Chorus (Marka):
I got it on lock,
Itts official, now I'm impossible to stop,
Ain't no way you leavin' on top,
Because I got it on lock,
Climb my way up and I ain't fallin',
I ain't callin' it game,
You see, I got it on lock,
Ain't no changing me,
I'm exactly as I came to be,
Better cuff me up,
And hope these federals is takin' me,
Lock me up in chains,
Even shackle up my name,
It ain't changed,
If one of 'em see the game,
I got it on lock,
2nd Verse (Fella):
I keep that pistol in my trunk, I ain't no backpack n*** ,
But being eager and persistent keeps my heart pumpin' ether,
You don't give a f*** , well I don't give a f*** either,
This is Louisville, n*** , Westside of Louisville, n*** ,
So how the hell are y'all feelin' today?,
Cause I know section 8 playas rollin' daytons and blades,
Respect the game or the game is gonna make an example,
No evidence from bein' bent, but now you're a disciple,
There's not a micro chance in hell that my place could be taken,
As long as tricks is on the stroll keepin' that money rainin',
I'mma always be in business with the b*** es, creamin',
I got it on lock, just like the chorus is screamin',
I got the house, I got the cars, I got the shove and the rims,
I told ya man, I got it on lock, I ain't gotta pretend,
Feel the strength of a brotha thats one out a million,
Thats slowly takin' over the spot while you steadily grinnin',
Chorus (Marka):
I got it on lock,
Itts official, now I'm impossible to stop,
Ain't no way you leavin' on top,
Because I got it on lock,
Climb my way up and I ain't fallin',
I ain't callin' it game,
You see, I got it on lock,
Ain't no changing me,
I'm exactly as I came to be,
Better cuff me up,
And hope these federals is takin' me,
Lock me up in chains,
Even shackle up my name,
It ain't changed,
If one of 'em see the game,
I got it on lock,
