Rambo (feat. Realz)

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Sly Barkley

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Young wild and free was the space to be
Looking for a place for me
Club Opera was the place to see
"No Sweat" is the mantra to deal with this monster we call life
South central USA gun is law 
From no cake and heartbreaks
To more cake and no breaks 
Welcome to Club Opera

Gave up all my feelings now I'm flying off the handle
Tell the waitress hit me wit that Rambo yeah
Tequila shots I'm spending all my  enchilada
And tell that nigga tripping he don't want the Drama
I can't get too outta my mind, yeah
Shawty told me I could come inside, yeah
That was after boo I need a ride, yeah
I guess I gotta give it to her

I'm too young for all the stressing
Rather be out here finessing
Prayin to what's  on my necklace
Mama said I'm living reckless
Cross my heart and hope to live
Seeing life for what she is
Karma told me she a bitch
Well I'm about to give her kids
Facial, interracial, if I'm inside then the case closed 
She gon love me, for a long time and the good times we gone' make those
Tanqueray by the case load
Shootin fade aways with the queso 
We in purple like a symbol
 Purple rain and I'm prince ho
Dripping all on my shawty
She strippin on me, I'm slipping all on, she gripping all on my body 
My life a mess, she know the stress, we leave the rest of this party
We chase dreams, get no sleep
Tryna figure out how to count cheese
Then make  love till we count z's 

Gave up all my feelings now I'm flying off the handle
Tell the waitress hit me wit that Rambo yeah
Tequila shots I'm spending all my  enchilada
And tell that nigga tripping he don't want the Drama
I can't get too outta my mind, yeah
Shawty told me I could come inside, yeah
That was after boo I need a ride, yeah
I guess I gotta give it to her

I got a trunk in the front, trunk in the back
No jag, nigga don't need no gas
And you know that Tesla black on black
I always think before I react
Plots over there
That's where Realz be at
I'm down for my team
Down for stacking up this cream
Mulsanne bubblela
That joint so mean
My paper stay in the gym
Two a days, working while I'm sleep
That paper on creatine 
It's busting up out my jeans 
No sweat, I'ma do me
No sweat I'ma get that check
No sweat I'ma get that tech
No sweat it's nothin to me
I give to F's flip one
That Fendi drip on me
Money power respect the regime
South Coast plaza with the whole team
Flicking up with all my bros
Cappin the reason young niggas get dough
Getting mine without stepping on toes
That south central concrete rose
That was never supposed to grow
Getting to it without breaking the codes 

Gave up all my feelings now I'm flying off the handle
Tell the waitress hit me wit that Rambo yeah
Tequila shots I'm spending all my  enchilada
And tell that nigga tripping he don't want the Drama
I can't get too outta my mind, yeah
Shawty told me I could come inside, yeah
That was after boo I need a ride, yeah
I guess I gotta give it to her

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