Lyrics:
For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it's worth
My style's been developed in the core of the Earth
Cork your ears if you don't like what me say
Cork your ears if you don't like what me say
Me a go spit out the truth
Tired to see the youth them
the deal
There go them niggas who tried to fandangle let's untangle this
Sicc Set, loccest out, Black 'N' Dangerous
They never knew about my crew and how we
have child perks
The ravage Sagitarius who got what he got through various
Outbursts of disfunction, self-proclaimed black sheep
I'm out for 'delf man,
[ VERSE 1: Havikk the Rhime Son ]
Dippin on the enemy I slides like a nigga should
Hands out the window givin it up for the neighborhood
Gangstas
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
all poppin pussy
But bitch, I get so deep up in that yak, you want to jook me
With a butcher knife, so back up out my life
I cannot be your boyfriend
11 testin' in tha glass house
Straight twamped out 'cause hang gotta Caddy on them thangs
Wit a phat-ass TV, so at age 9 I wanted that to be me
And now
ever keep anything undercover
'Cause if we do, we have to keep it in a circle
You're soft as a nerd, so don't be trippin' on the turf, yo
This is what
She's on Laureate's turf, she's on Laureate's side
She's in a better state, she feels a better fire
And oh I dreamed a great parade, shooting all
quick, making mistakes.
Quiet climb the chrome ladder in the front
While they're all yawning, under the awning.
Astro turf green hot to the touch;
On the turf
On the block
In the cut, though
Block monsters
Don't give a fuck, bro
And I don't even know
Who be workin' for the piggies
See, right now
Ah hah!
Ah hah!
Hey!
Hey!
Yeah!
Yeah!
(Watch out)
Yeah!
Yeah!
Ah Felli, you think I can flip this shit, huh nigga? (Ha ha)
Nigga I told
the spot
See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds
I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans
Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me
Gradually, I
brought up in the hustle, the game supported me
Day to day grinding, gotta make sure we eat
Gotta make sure, we can step out on the block and be seen
these hoes a handful
If you come along you ain't with me
Girl, cut that goof shit and dont be a silly
Maybe trap out the Uber, maybe call you a Lyft
And hoping I'll seal my...
Gee, I get out on the streets late and I walk
Let it hurl, unfurl on the world, go berserk
Get on your own turf
Someone will hand
on straight
All systems go cut the umbilical cord
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf
For what its worth my mum held me down one deep
Pops was
co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain
It's easy to be the coldest in life
But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in
thru the work / first to the first ima muthafuckin jerk / you ain’t really from the hood/ ain’t no hangin on the turf / redbone bitch / she just wanna
get
I wana reach in that box
Pull out a new whip
Pull out a new jet
Maybe then she’ll notice me
Crying to her like I’m Jodeci
She look like Mrs.Parker
for the blessings
On my way to some taller things
Will it work out for me only Time will see yeah
Imma hit the road do
Like I'm Supposed to
Imma grow
since birth, and the earth is my turf
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
And everybody
Verse 1 (Trigger):
It's bad when homicide ask, what the nigga got hit with
Bullets when it's small it came out the size of a biscuit
Guns don't kill
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