Rob Liberachi
Rob Liberachi
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Treat the opps like breakfast get you ate in the morning Stay in sport in case a nigga see the jakes then I'm flooring Jay get to pouring hit up Zay in the Warren Sipping drank niggas snoring smoking eigths and recording She can't pronounce my name hoe it's Rob Liberachi When I got Medusa on call me Rob Liversace Seen niggas bang colors now them guys is Tekashi Got you sitting holding bars like you drive Kawasaki Glock beside me I be with killers NST don't pretend They swear they stay schemin until we up the heat and Knock him off we know these niggas cotton soft The choppa cough you get the cops involve my niggas bouta have you leaking Rappers poor and cappin niggas quick to tell a lie When it's beef I work the stove put that metal to ya eye Then I let that fire work I ain't cheffing up July I got seven four niggas that'll let a nickel fly My brody moving weight and flexing what these niggas hurt bout They think he trap at planet fitness cause he get his work out Niggas die and get some followers I call that dirt clout They aimed at yo top you should've ducked take that Durk route Praising Jesus raising ninas boy it's just a Sunday I'm just tryna see my opps off that's a prom date Driving down a street I love but I always find hate Tryna bring joy to this road feel like Rondae I'm on Collins Ave I'm with HP Shawn, Jay Gucci to the concrete looking like I'm buying weight But I took the con way niggas know that grind pay Brody Suge Knight he push the chronic like he signed Dre Scam I don't know about the girl like a blind date It hit jays like the girl related to Beyoncé Drinking so much Henny finna make a nigga mind break Plus I got high between os like Lebron state This good music indie can't no label dotted line me That good music check getting cloned Imma con Ye Rakks the fiends favorite person when they try to find yay He gone put that powder on them fiends now they laundry Brody tryna move a bowl of white but it ain't cereal Feds caught him with that dog and girl it ain't Muriel Spray the can at a nigga this drac from Ontario Swing the chop it's kicking in yo face Rey Mysterio Fifteen thousand on his head I made that nigga relocate How you rich and running off just say that you don't see no pape How my nigga Cliff gone spin the block ain't no is he okay All my niggas stepping try to play me then it's DOA I done pulled like over eighty thousand out of BoA She want a relationship I told her it can't be yo way Bring work to the table cause I'm grinding I know she won't stay At tables I chip in a bag not no Frito Lay Barry Sanders with my grind they know what my run do Don't need no offensive line how I'm ducking 12 Yeah you older than me nigga but you still my son too I'm disowning you cause all them raps you spit ain't none true I'm disowning you they think I'm you when I swipe Visa They hate when I'm stepping I be dressing more than Lisa Ain't know question niggas pressing my dawgs from the east cut NSTs Dubs Ds till I freeze up
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Written by: Robert Davis, Robert Davis III
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