Lyrics:
would want
I started down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it payed
But I wouldv'e loved to been on the third verse of Renegade
They must think I'm
no curfew to hurt you, no substitutions
School's now in session
Put down the Smith & Wessons
Real renegades don't invite grenades to make the grade
a snake in a lake
No more ties, no more lies, all fake friends they just die
Suicidal thoughts yea call me Kirko bang
I was in 33rd stuck in a cage
Stuck in
the snow
I remember I hit ma first bop straight on 33rd
Plug in ATL set up shop they got dirty birds
Need sum bomb hit ma nigga shad hit ma nigga Dom
I
king
They love him so that cat called Domino, Domino, Domino
Well the girls all think that he's a real gone guy
They all flip when he walks by
smacked and wacked by a bat
I'd rather be the Renegade rererere renegade
Its another mc from the 313
Now this dude's bout to follow me
Bout to get smacked
the prophecy
Born leaders
We are the gate keepers
The 33rd degree
Is bestowed upon only the most esteemed members of the
And may very well unlock vaults
what's ya flavor, homie?
College Park days, rocking Swaver, homie
Anonymity was free, but now they all know me
The money that I got
The money that I
real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you
it!)
Try to make it real ? compared to what?
The President, he's got his war
Still don't know what it is for
They change the game with no rhyme
the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
By the nightfall
They have driven
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
By the nightfall
They have driven
From the world they know
She's so happy
I'm Talking reimbursement
Like reclaiming my time
You wasted mine with all of yo lies
I know you be on West 33rd
All up in that nigga house
I seen yo
Shit too real too real
Screamin' for your life
Skr, skr, skr, skr, skr
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook
'bout to spin
Yo' ass a federal agent protected by the President
Real Zoe I ain't got no friends in the government
So if I fuck with you they gon'
put the gun away
I come with feats to bring the pain
We ain't the same
I'm a Renegade
So check your lane
Nah we ain't the same
Cuz I'm on a whole
the album[05:08.27]And my 33rd birthday full circle[05:10.25]I wrote the notes that started this song in 2015[05:13.45]When I simply had enough[05:15.86]I drew my line in
on the corner, they ain't sellin' lemonade
Police locked us in a cage (They lock us up, nigga!)
Crackin' killin' niggas just like renegade
That's so real I
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I feel a storm is on the way
Nowhere out there to escape
Feel the hunger inside
Renegade eyes
Suicide hunter
Days go by
Mountains bend
Amplified
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'
that’s how I’m coming
33rd Baby on the ave
That shit made me
Too familiar with that envy
All my life niggas been hating
Watch all my moves n jot em down
No
king
They love him so that cat called Domino, Domino, Domino
Well the girls all think that he's a real gone guy
They all flip when he walks by
I've come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I've come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin'
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