Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Streets Soprano
Performer
Black Soprano Family
Performer
Cornelius Robinson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cornelius Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Profa Beatz
Producer
Lirik
It's a war going on outside,
nobody's safe from.
It’s red rum, this bitch (a) get to sounding like African drums.
Smoke with me not what you pack in lungs.
Shit get quiet like an Asian monk, If ever that I raised the pump.
Don't think I'm talking about calories when I come and just run you for your salary.
These shells big as triple A batteries.
And I was taught to never leave casualties. Soprano’s like violins, and death come in Siamese.
It's gone be hard to identify em, A **** who is as real as I am.
So many babies in the crib, I feel like my Uncle Bryant.
And in this kitchen I'm a chemist, like I'm rich in science.
You outta line just like a wheel alignment.
(YOU IS!!)
My brother was selling ice that was not frozen,
It turned him into DeMar DeRozan.
Me I'm more like Julian Russell, but I'm not joking.
This 40 on my side was just casual, and these extra clips was just me being rational.
I don't care how many nights it take, this shit a look like a IceCapade.
All I need is a microwave.
I don't care how many nights it take, this shit a look like a IceCapade.
All I need is a microwave,
Young black king portraits on the wall signed by QTK.
And I done came a long way from what I used to make.
I told my realtor I'm inquiring about two estates, in two different states.
(YOU HEAR ME)
From my young bitch Sierra, well I get the midst of it.
These old heads, well they don't like how much my strip flooded.
Patience served me the ability to not develop
any hatred traits, cause the line for success was like section 8.
I'm a fan of good music, but I don't mean just Kanye.
Cause energy dark as Hennessy, I see clearly as Bombay.
Before I ever had any small knowledge of a Canadian Drake, in the states I had an oversized Chinese SK.
I'm steady overworking constantly, but I feel great.
And nobody had to show me how much this
shit take.
You know **** play both sides, they love to hate.
Just like a Rollie face it’s never real, whenever your homies fake.
I don't care how many nights it take, this shit a look like a IceCapade.
All I need is a microwave.
I don't care how many nights it take, this shit a look like a IceCapade.
All I need is a microwave,
**** you don't know, how it feel to fight the feeling.
“Yea, yeah” **** sometimes I hate, that I love you.
“Yeah, yeah” you bitch ass ****, I wanna be you.
You don't wanna be me, I wanna be you.
The lifestyle you living, all the bitches you fucking, I mean I .. I .. I never seen the bitches you fucking, But, ****, .. **** I can just imagine.
Written by: Cornelius Robinson

