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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephon Aaron Ramsahai
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephon Aaron Ramsahai
Songwriter
Testi
(I'm still waiting for a big smile from you youre up 2-0)
(Whats the story? Are you not happy? You only half happy?)
(Whats there to be happy about?)
(You're up 2-0)
(Job is not finished, job finished?)
(I don't think so)
I been ready
Jus watch how I do this shit
My niggaz still moving shit
Money like my neighbors yard
Keep running through the shit
Ducking the Po-lice
Jus hoping shit go right
All I ever wanted for my niggaz was more life
Thats me on my Drake shit
They teach you to hate shit
But nothing was given tho
We had to take shit
This moment is pivital
We dealing with racist
These niggaz remedial
It's back to the basics
And I Swear to God
Come to bars they don't wanna spar
I know they hate to see a Brooklyn nigga run the yard
Paranoid still wiping off the label
We don't miss shots spin the block like a dreidle
Shit get fatal
Fuck these rappers and they little fables
They gon let a nigga eat or I'm a flip the table
Hogtie em to the seat nigga get the cables
Never turn the other cheek on the shit that made you
I'm from the streets baby land of the skyscrapers
Fuck ya Priest I wipe my ass with ya Bible papers
Try to save you but you know all the answers
This why no one advances
Try to win and they jus lower ya chances
Fuck these bitches never lower ya standards
Masked up like I'm Cobra Commander
Shit hot nigga Copacabana
Styles P I'm the Ghost and The Phantom
Of 2pac I jus need a herringbone and bandana (aaahhhh)
Fire breathing I'm a whole dragon
Less talking nigga more action
Get the toe tagging
Beat these niggaz like I'm Joe Jackson
Cause lyrically I'm everything that they flow lacking
This is me fuck a Co-Captain
Better get ya man
I'm the GOAT you jus Mary had a little lamb
And the plan was for yall to feel me cause really
I'm Kobe Bryant hitting shots on a torn achillies
The Black Mamba ouf the entendres
NY up on my crown jus like a Bronx Bomber
Vow to always keep it real thats a scouts honor
And watch me bomb on these niggaz thats without warning
You niggaz army look depleted
Said he was the best well he prolly didn't mean it
Told the bitch I left cause I prolly would of cheated
Proly getting weeded
Lack of love feeling like I prolly didn't need it
And I see it fore it happens never let em get me
Feel a rush when you hear it 10 Mississippi
In and out baby this a quickie
Any problems go and get the blicky
2 shots turn a nigga Ricky
2 thots you know a nigga picky
My tubesocks still filled with sticky
Come and get me
I'll be waiting to get to hell and buss down Satan
Murda on the track run through camps like Jason
You hating niggaz better pick a side
Or nigga die
I got the better bitches and the better rhymes
It's ya Heiness BK's Finest
Been letting niggaz live out of kindness
Rewind this
Niggaz can't fuck with me
Writer(s): Stephon Ramsahai
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