Lyrics:
you can't do it without hurtin
You might need to have a neck the size of Nickmercs
All I see is tricks, scams, big curtains
"Indie success" is a rich
alot wit master plots
Slashing like raptor claws crack a jaw
Flow neva had to evolve
Pen an paper bread an butter
I built from under the rubble
Wit rebels
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
I gotta master the mixin' cuz my crew needs the fixings
So their public depiction don't be causing them friction
With the fictional fanbase against
gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they
we love don't hate
I learned it's better just to do it by my lonely
Out the mix becoming disconnected like my goatee
Forward to the future people
Ayo T. Lo I don't think they ready for this one man
I'ma bout to yell at these niggas on this track nigga
Let's go. Yea.
If you crip throw it up (x5)
'm Romeo Casanova
Keep it gangsta on the track these hurdles I leap over
Good fella Robert Denerio and nothing like Ray Letiota
Y'all don't rap like that by
will do my best
Cause nothing feels like everything
With you by mi side
You gave me your word
You gave me some hope
I don't understand why you had to go
the heavenly kingdom of yahshua
Till ain't no breath in me
I stay blessed as Ill ever be, never be
Caught up in the mix like a nephilim
You could keep money plus
trap
Your track is trash
How long can I stay Strong
With what's going on
They waiting for me to Quit
There Snakes in the Grass you better come Equipped
They call me Percules cuz I keep percs on me, ay ay
Percules on the track
She wanna fuck on me just for some bars
Look at my Bape shoes, see
The Rhombus Warrior that's the name of the CD
You know how I move, I'm about the dash-ins
I prefer to be defined by my actions
I go far beyond all and any
Get the fuk up out my lane I drive faster
Shadow box in the rain wit 5 masters
Keep ma eye on the prize I'm miles passed ya
Peep my technique
Olajuwan in the post
Shining chrome on the spokes
Keep a hand on the toast
Ride with niggas from the four
I be in the master suite chilling with the baddest
Phat setting standards
Keep raising the bar
Hot tracks you bump to
While you blaze in the car
Amazing by far
Slang gets tongue twisted
I spit this ish
where the clip expand
Don't remind me of social media
Mix coke with soda get instant grams
Catch you out in public while you with you the fam
Do a drive
the most famous guy with my name
Do it by any means put that on God's plan
I save her name in my phone as Kleavor
She rock my world that just standard
look soft, like cotton, absorb it all up in your head
Yeah soak it up kid now mix this in
I'm on some Off the Wall Beat It, New York turned Dangerous
Am tied against a wall without my phone so I can't track
I said to them what y'all need what do you all want I need to go back
They explained to me
if you can't tell
Call you rondo by the way y'all be switching up
Smoking with the plug every time I'm picking up
Dr. YCR I get that drank and mix it
This that elevated music
The pussies on my line man they always be confusin'
Imma pop the uppers while I mix it with the lucid
Dreamin' of a change
a fact
It's a war zone in my head I don't plan on getting sacked
I go stupid on the meds but shit keeping me on track
God only gave me two options
It's up
throw those grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
That's ran by the icon who just left
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