Lyrics:
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
wasn't black-owned
It get burned up when the SC erupt
I hear the fakes on the
Radio make my ears ache
We aim and shoot the wack to reduce the pain
Black
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
I keep it humble, don't get it confused
My head on a swivel, ain't getting misused
I shoot off the dribble, I got them like ooh
When I run up that
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping
a check at all
Palmwine music dropped okay now
Niggas can get endorsed now
Niggas are catching on
Please tell them the lesson of this epilogue
Everybody
vision is to let you all see that there's more to this life than just faking up reality yeah reality
I wake up in the morning and I stretch out my feet
[Talking voice]
Yeah man, just left town man
I'm here, here
Had to get outta town baby
Where you standin' at?
You can pick me up at the round
the funky-funky beat
Dolette M. and Janice P.
Playin' background vocals for you and me
Playin' everybody's got to get goin' with the thing
For the man for
Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow
I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords,
first in the dirt
Not sparing a soul watch his body get cold, call his homies up, he going first on a shirt
They said why you gotta do em dirty
I just
it comes to Rock I never get enough
Make it higher, louder turn the volume up
The only kind of music that I want to hear
CHORUS:
Gimme Rock,
While its playin on radio
Im here to talk about freedom
Open my heart to follow my love
Appreciate in every moment
Trust in myself and never give up
even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'
stackin' the cheddar up
Chill kickin' back while he fries
Up a quarter pound
We trying to get the cash, hold the lettuce
Uh think you're hard but you're
Everything from wife swappin', drug rings, to practicin' voodoo
Grab your hat, get in line
Hurry up, don't waste no time
Step on up, right this way, if
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
of detentional
Gavel man sentence fall
So we all get what we need
On sustenance we all feed
Liquid , pill, powder, plant
Radios edit out that
Due to bunk
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