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Robert Haze

Robert Haze is a talented and charismatic musical artist known for his captivating performances and heartfelt lyrics. With a unique blend of genres, including pop, rock, and soul, he creates music that resonates with audiences of all ages. Robert's powerful vocals and dynamic stage presence have earned him a dedicated fan base, and he continues to impress with his distinct sound and artistic vision. more »

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Hold up, hold up, I remember I was outside
Hoopin' while I'm chewing now and laters with my mouth wide
Wash that shit all down with quarter waters Every day, I would go
Chill with cuzzo at the store When they sin, I sit I watch

So I sit down and I jot, On the south side, kickin' with the gang
Gang, tryna do my damn thang' Pimpin', tryna maintain
Business, Will I fade? Will I fold? In this shit, you never know
In these verses are the scriptures Of the stories never told, yeah

Back in the days, trippin' bout all of my grades
Had missing assignments
Stuck in my ways, lil' skinny nigga with dreams
Shit, nothing was promised I was a teen, fiendin' for devilish queens
But they couldn't please me Pushin' the green, servin' a pound in

A week This shit wasn't easy, you know that I'm
Ready to ride, bro Just hand me the keys, I promise we'll shake
Up the scene Right when we arrive, though? It's by any means
We gotta get paid We don't give a f*ck bout' the fame, the game

Decides If you live or you die, I take this pain and
Put it aside I just told her, baby, hold up, baby, what's
The deal? I just copped a chain, a couple rings and
Now you feel me? I just told my mama, yo, your boy gon' make

A killin' Stay up out the waitin', goin' stack it to
The ceilin' I just called some hoes up, baby, what's
The move? Sinners on the way, you know we stickin
To the code Biddies' on the way, to Heal the passage to my

Soul I just saw a nigga peep the tag, damn he took
My swag I'ma need that back, I'ma need that back
I'ma need my swag, let me get that back I'ma need my juice, let me get that, too
I'ma need my swag, let me get that back, back

None of you niggas are fuckin' with me Don't pay attention to small fries
Act like he tough, but he runnin' from me Fuckin' with me is a tall task
Truthly, I've been fed up, had a vendetta with these fuckin' impostors
Chillin' with trend setters, smokin' blue dreams twist it up when we outside

You f*ck with me, then I got you Click runnin' deep like it's mob ties
Act like a capo, that's not you We out in Cabo with Mai Thai's
Shit, you couldn't explain, trafficing the bricks to the border
Blessings are blessings, I pray that my sinners go win and blow like a mortar

I used to chill with them zoners, they used to cook up the soda
And serve it with ease, they turnin' the queens to fiends, they live in the corner
Watch when they whip up a pound, you see all the kings they'll turn into clowns
We made it out of the slaughter, they used to call me Fugazi

I'm prolly' laid up with your daughter, they got me fucked up
If they thinkin' that this shit just wasn't gon' pop, it's just a matter of time
Go get some M's and then go put that shit to the side
Me and Brody used to struggle some days, Back when we was workin' minimum wage

But we charge it to the game, when we get paid, spend it in frivolous ways
I'm bout to get in my bag, homie, gotta strengthen the cashflow
, they can hate it or love it, I'm chasin' a bag
Homie, word to mama, my back bone

Why that boy talkin' sweet like he bulletproof
Hit him square in his jaw, knock his noodle loose
I be swingin' like Liu Kang, mix with Luke Cage
Man, my form is so beautiful, nigga, you probably could frame that shit

Wanna' roll the dice, then, nigga, I'm with it
Life's a bitch so you might as well hit
And leave a stain so the haters can't see it
You don't wanna live in this life, I know

Prolly' make a fool of yourself, Highkey
We just wanna move to the new black soul,
Feel it in ya' veins like a new IV, bitch, better replay my shit
Bitch, wanna croud a nigga, let a young nigga breathe

Eyes can't see what the mind don't know
She'll never be a star, if her mind can't reach
Just know I've been chasin' the title
To be the greatest right on my arrival

Man on a mission right hand on the Bible
Seal it in wax, I ain't talkin' no vinyls
Ghetto Recitals
Hold up, baby, what's the deal

I just copped a chain, a couple rings, and now you feel me
I just told my mama, yo, yo, boy gon' make a killin'
Stay up out the way and go and
Stack it to the ceiling, young, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you ain't with us, get the f*ck on
If you fuckin' with us, hop on, pause
But anyway, im bout' to roll me a joint

We goin' out tonight
It's like that, yeah

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