Lyrics:
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
he tries a thing, he get a punch in the chin
Rascal is here so you better start worryin'
Get a hidin', beatin', turfin'
Didn't wanna care
Left that
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
brother
Well he lied then!
They ain't search me
Me either! I got this 9 in
Cass' really think that he 'bout it
Let's go outside then
I got the tre
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
it,
Can't fit in the spot
And my dawgs wild out when we leavin' the lot
Now she say that I change, she ain't seen me a lot
Now she see how I work,
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I'm tellin,
in London, Mr. Martin Birch had a car crash, and all the
old equipment in the studio kept breaking down. All this kind of things were going on. But
had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he is?
I ain't
Very much a work in progress!
Tyler, The Creator is he
Extremely ridiculous? Yes is
He extremely talented? Definitely we
Are about to
Embark
Boing>
(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
[Skinnyman (RZA)]
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo' mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon' try to talk
done met up
I ain't cold by choice this is all side effects
Dirty rascal radicalized as live as it gets
Sighting new heights I ain't ready to die just
niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this
niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this
every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin' bail
Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
Stay in your lane, stay out of trouble
Get beat to punch, I make it a pummel
Live by the hand, and die by the knuckle
Keeping up with me is kind
the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain
Discuss these he aint the leavin kind live in studio by rascal flatts Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In