Lyrics:
both sides of the coin
So me I play the hood baby
Not in the
Mama got a little church I could join
But I didn't go yet
Man got a mosque I could join
and faeter by Saskia
On the computer
The musical Looter
Zeb on the mike
I'm the underground booster
(QF Da Funkee P:)
Yeah QF Da Funkee P is in da house,
you
SUPERDOPE
SUPERDOPE
I don't wanna lay in a grave yet
So I'm on that SU-U-U-U-U-PERDOPE
Yo da Rich Rapper done owned the sparkle too long
I'm hard to prove
interactive; go open carsnatchin'.
CoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' rhymes is automatic.
Check the barrel circumference; who done it? Confirm it;
done passed on by
Only God knows why, you alive or daparted
People still takin lives it aint precious fuck up you die
See from the truth we never been
that tint or that brand new Bentley
But when it get it then it's over now I done reached my limit
I'm getting popping I feel like a topic but I'm not yet
peak
Mums done everything she could but she couldn't stop me getting money in the hood
And when she found out she cried, she begged me to not live life
I
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in they knees
To Abuse they needs
They come
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in
despise
All youth that's out of order
Don't try to test any of the Schnikens
Cause I'm not done with the lyrical boxin'
The beatin' and the lickin'
mind and next time we'll see who's on it
Even my boys think I'm mashing with p's so I'm not
even shocked by the war on the streets
And they think that
my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it
Rollin' uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'
Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin'
Paper is burn
They come
I hit that hoe vv's biting
I be riding strikers stick gone hit like you were struck by lighting
How the fuck they treat me like I made
I ain't even
ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
giving texts
I'm reffin' you fuckin' peasant
I'm present, you fuckin' reffin'
Wait, I'm not a present
My presence is not a gift
More like a gust of wind
ain't find me yet
I'll take it into heaven, you couldn't buy me that, remind me that
Fire up the la let's go take a ride
They might catch you by
I was haunted by them thoughts
Can't talk can't sleep
We was only kids fighting demons
This pain deep
Hoping I ain't have the same fate
Initials
but done well, yea
Bring the heat to the Lou
Stackin chips like I'm Master P
Not defeated if we lose
Cuz No limit tenacity
Gave her beats by
Police, can't see me ballin'
Sipping on Hennesey
[Verse 1]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get
and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created equal
But not in this day
pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you can't deal
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