Lyrics:
no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit
Now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled
Rolex's
Came from the city
And until they come and get me
Turn around and see the whole east side still with me
And that's how we living
Ya mans don't
told me: "Jermaine
It's all pink on the inside, fuck what color their face is"
Wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was
He's got that funny name
An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it
He's Rambo, talkin' bout
Me!
We'll see (Piano)
They call him Rambo 'cause he's
by mistake, ooh I never walk away
I never felt this way before
What a feeling that you give to me I can't ignore
Your my joy
You truly do
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
you hate me when I'm up?
And why the only time you love me when I'm down?
Why I lost best new artist to Khalid, 2017?
We all knew that should've
rappin' and rhymin' and smabbin'
Pop that tag on some of this game
Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until
a bitch
Come in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From
never came back in that black on black
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
of these haters ain't even seen the light
Nigga we can conquer anything, and the mission always complete
Be that little nigga when you see me
but a dog out
don't I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These
That's been stomped away from every single dream
But it's something else that brought us fees
Keep it all inside until we feel we can't unleash
I think
Love is what you make it
I'll give you my heart if you promise that you won't break it
I'mma keep it real with everyone, it ain't no fakin'
I was
on the path that I MC
Familiar voice, come to find out the angel was me
Some say "You changin, Rashid"
Times are, we still close
I rhyme far, away away away
goin' try to change ya.
You are a shooting star, that's why you are my favorite.
I caught her when she feel from heaven.
1 to 10, baby girl is an 11.
We came here searching for a
A place that we could call our own
Inside a prison: our home
With no support or concern
Tenderness lost, where did it go
Now we making fast moves, uh
Lookin' for love but it never lasts
I guess that's what cash do (ooh)
Hands in my pants, she lookin' for bands
your nose
But only the strong survive and that's how life goes
But nigga this is the life you chose ya heard me
[Beanie]
We keep it raw & uncut for
with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
You take my love for granted
I just don't understand it
Years go by too fast
I can't keep track
How long did we last?
I feel bad for asking
It
hole
While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me jaw?
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yell 'fuck you bitch' and kept
tryna lend a hand
I said, I find it hard myself, but I'm just tryna lend a hand
'Cause they can't
Take it from you
They never understood what you've
students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for
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