Artist: E.S.G. Album: Owner's Manual Song: It Ain't Over Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) E.S.G. Screwed Up Click I ain't going no motherfucking where I'm still in the game doing my thang independent my nigga Listen here mayn, every time a nigga look up E.S.G. this E.S.G. that mayn, I tell ya dog That nigga really ain't did shit, since that Swangin' And Bangin' shit Wrote Wanna Be a Baller, brought up Flip and Thug Sold a million independent, man who ain't doing that Fuck that nigga mayn [Chorus] (It ain't over), not for me I'm still up in the game Shit, man I'm tired of hearing this nigga name (It ain't over), not for me I'm still getting it in Look, I wish I been where this nigga been (It ain't over), the fat lady she ain't sung yet Damn E, you ain't done yet One hit, two hits, three hits, fo' Five-six-seven homie, need I say mo' [E.S.G.] Whoever said it's over, yeah we just started I'm down syndrome with the flow, nigga straight retarded A lot of friends departed, but I'm still black hearted Yeah the game I scar it, I hope you boys enjoyed it A lil' country hustler, I'm from the boondocks You probably seen my live show, I made the room rock No matter who's hot, I made the stage crack A legend in your book, well nigga where my page at I met Drake and Lupe, they said the same thang You one of the realest and one of the trillest, in this damn game Created my own flame, so why they mad at me I did it all, without a major label strategy I see catastrophes, just like that 9/11 To Pat to H.A.W.K. to Screw, the Moe, Big Mello, Pimp C gone to heaven We grinding 24-7, it's in my DNA So shut the hell up my nigga, and let the c.d. play [Chorus] [E.S.G.] Whoever said we couldn't sell, or get mail Well tell they ass they failed, spell L-O-L They say we comfortable, and fell up off the flo' Well tell em hell no, and type in L-M-A-O Still fresh I'm still folding, Southside we still holding You think we ain't the shit, G-N-R got a nigga rolling Ask Bun B, Lil' Wayne or ask Scarface Ask T.I., Slim Thee or Ricky Rosay They know I don't play, around my way the throwdest one Lil' Pac, B.I.G., all rolled up in one So press controller son, or press restart A lot of brains in this game, but you got's no heart My nigga please don't test mine, or try to check mine I control the line of scrimmage my nigga, Rex Ryan So next time, won't you throw a harder punch You look like dex prime, my motherfucking lunch nigga [Chorus] (*talking*) Yeah, that's that shit right there nigga That's what I'm tal'n bout, say-say-say E mayn Sign a nigga c.d. mayn, man I fuck's with cha mayn No homo though, man S.U.C. is in the building mayn Man hold up mayn, nigga E.S.G. Is off the motherfucking chain mayn, I bullshit you not Let me get a picture for my Facebook brah