Aye Yall, We Gotta Rap (feat. L-T Terror, Salvatore Perigio & Tramaine)
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Im inspired, by the Carter 5 FludGang Yeah I'm the one that you should bet on Number 1, you number 2 cause nigga you been lead on Pulling out the chrome and you the one I put the led on Playing with the fire I suggest you get the hell on Bound to show my ass even when I got belt on Snitching ass nigga who you think you finna tell on I'll catch a body even though I am a felon Saying that i fell off but wonder who I fell on Okay you got a foreign bitch, I got a foreign shooter He be texting me, I have to translate from karma sutra I just pay him what he want to come shoot you with the ruger He be killing more dreams than that nigga Freddy Kruger I hate a bitch who say she had a dream like Martin luther Cause some shit ain't adding up unless my dick next to a ruler I tell her mind her business before the business come and sue her Then she end up in some shit that have her flowing thru the sewers Yeah Aye Now maybe I'm crazy Cause lately My women Been texting and calling Like baby Why can't you pick up Are you upset Did i do wrong Or why do you hate me And I have no care in the world to reply Cause I won't see they point, like I covered one eye And honestly, I just don't think that I'm hot But between me and you I'm the best that they got I'm tired of being hot gah damnit Sweating like the top on the pot gah damnnit My head be over heating I be over eating, when it come to rapping I be walking out booth all manic Every time I say that I'm the truth they frantic Soon as I begin to tell the truth they panic But I'm so use to patterns, that the f*ck boys exhibit I ain't going nowhere, nigga I'm like bad boy Diddy I ain't scared when its bullets flying by my titties Hear em whizzing, when they missing They ain't hitting nothing like a fight with scary bitches Joe budden, I would pump it up if niggas listen I would sober up, if I'm riding wasn't my ambition But it's to much pac in me Ain't on the chronic But it's so much doc in me Some nice whites folks invested stock wit me Some nice hood niggas trusted the rock wit me I keep a Nina and she walk this block wit me God got me and all she shot wit me I battle demons ain't a day they not wit me God bless you, the day you start wit me - Yeah I'm tired of being hot gah damnitt Scorching like the bottom of a pot gah dammnitt My head be over heating I be over eating, when it come it to rapping I be walking out the booth all damaged Hol up I think they wanna follow me But they can't do what I do I'm the anomaly Number 1 I'm at the top and so they honor me Salvatore like Italy so they Prada me Nigga imma ghost I make em stand until they sit on and get on The f*ck up out my face I'm like a vision I spit on The nigga lookin at me wit a fit on I piss on You stupid mother fuckers, tryna stop me for I get on Why would I stop and how could I not Execute and still supply the have not Not that I have but have I have got Tryna measure up but you can only fill a half slot Why the f*ck these niggas really think they measure up Busting all the pipes and keepin all the pressure tucked You would think I'm wit da mob All Knuck no buck 18 wheels nigga Jackknife, no truck Squeezing on the squirter Speedin like I'm burter Bodying the verses Got em thinkin that i hurt her Pipe the bitch and in spite the bitch I'm bout to wipe the bitch Then skype the bitch And act like the bitch, ain't have life and shit Then slight the bitch and kill lights and shit I'm the shit, and act like I is I'm da beast and wiz On some Disney shit I'm coming through this thing first Watch Tramaine work I don't play around when it's time to go to church Im like noah, with the, flud gang Covered, with the, blood manie Huh I still keep it hood tho On a good note No death note Marter she wrote Thats what I do, daily I die daily Faith life, so crazy Im crazy Huh Thats what they say tho Preachaman be acting so faithful But im grateful I praise mo I pray mo I slay mo Demons Huh Man I'm on a roll like a pollie Man I be living so holy But I got flaws Man I be out wit my dawgs Showing y'all this, how we ball Man I Rock with the alpha omega Hmm Man my God is so mega Hmm Jesus the only true saviour Hmm Holy, holy what I'm thinking Hmm God give seed to the sower When it rains it pours, blessings Hmm God give seed to the sower When it rains it pours, blessings Hmm - yea
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Written by: Cassadarius Smith, KaMario Belcher, Toddrick Gilmore, Tramaine Long
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