Lyrics:
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
whether that Eddie's got anything
to do with that Seventh Son business, but those were both released... those singles, within one year of each
other
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
on the couch all night
W:James Madison never had a son
then he fought the War of 1812
D:James Monroe's colossal nose
Was bigger than Pinnochio's
He cappin’ peel back his beanie
You’ll think Martin when I bang at you
Tommy Gun, MacDonald said Blame The Rappers I'd blame me too
You a wallaby
on Englewood y'all better mark that hit
Martin Luther king March that lick
Get a spliff and spark that lift
I don't really wanna work this shift
I feel so
we not acting
Don't get it twisted for the role they casting
Boy turned MISFIT
Radical son Call me Bart Simpson
And if you doubt for
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
me by my last name
I'm feeling I'm not apart of this
On my momma side
I'm more partisan
It's obvious
Record called Pollard
But I'm talking to Amarionte
Money Cash Money
W16s, I bet I lap money
I'm on my New York shit B, word son
A nigga hotter than me I ain't heard one
Fuck all the politics, this rap game
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
As a result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region might be
Endangered by a lethal aliens yeah
Dead or alive‚ I'll be one of the best
No sleep
mybroe
I bring life to the booth
Kill a mic when I recite the truth, ja
MC by trade
I let my rhyme play
From Saturday to Friday
I have to do it my way
Step
[This song is on SPM's album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed]
[First Verse:]
This weed got my brain burnin',
Learnin' as the World turnin',
view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional
Ten toes down to move
was a project launched to keep us in a noose
Bloods sick of bloodshed crips tired of the blues
I'm more Malcom than Martin come watch me riot
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's been About 3 years since we last talked, and I brought
Back a very special man
You know this man, he goes by
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
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