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Bless The Booth Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : REASON
Soul
It's black excellence, rap specialist Special teams I made a living kickin' shit figure that Remember rappin' on corners nigga that feelin' back Facts nigga, let's take it back nigga hustle like Nip But ain't nothin' like you rap niggas, more nipsey Cause if they fuck with my hustle I slap niggas Fuckin' TMZ watch nigga TDE poppin' This is Solo, Del Amo up That's where I started with it young black Retarded nigga spitter but the smartest nigga, so smart Highly regarded as the one to be found So smart, when I get brain feel like it's dumbin' me down New Beginnings out, niggas be bumpin the songs I'm El Chapo nigga, wasn't underground long Support now and not later Went from underground to fader so If you ain't here now then you ain't comin' along, that's real Look my music bumpin more than the road test No competition, shit I compete with my own self Losin' all our kings, startin' to feel like the throne left Vision misplaced, remember these statements Everybody sound alike, so the vision I tainted Same flow, same flow we call that Clippers and Lakers From a block where niggas pop and kids' inners get stapled shit Unstable mind and I just let my soul out, soul out It's the reason you made it, but sold out nah Everything nice 'round here this road bounce I built this shit up, nigga I took the mole route That's ironic I molded, and now I'm touchin' old bread Respect from the youth to the old head It's all gas just keepin' the stove spared Look I ain't that nigga 'till Hov say it, or Wayne say it, or Dot say it My block waited for a chance for me to get on Tell Candice Harris I got a face that she could sit on That's just the nigga in me I mean everything I say that's why I rap so clearly All gas so whoever I go at must fear me I'm respected by the young kings and the young fathers Instrumentals Missouri nigga done dada Reason cooler than brushed shoulders and pop collars Walkin' home seen liquor stores and rockweilers South central grew up on a hard block Where they called homies, they ain't call cops Disrespect treat the police like mall cops Kickin' downs doors, this the school of the hard knocks I ain't gon' lie, I was feelin' like a small guy Moved to Del Amo, grew a little more wise See the game from a different angle like a tall guy Need the bacon wrapped in rubber bands that's a hogtie Turned into a big potato from a small fry Hustle for the fam like if I don't make it we all die When I was broke, hoes puttin' up road blocks Now I ball with tricks, feelin' like a globetrot My auntie made a livin' off cookin' on stove tops And now her nephew make a livin' cookin' up cold plots All my memories I gave it to the streets to feel it Streets feel it cause the streets is in it Soul Del Amo |
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