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We Earned It

DJ EFN

Another Time

03.03.2015

19

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] I’m sharp as a Puerto Rican’s line up The bitches come, stay focused, get your grind up I refuse to dumb it down, get your mind up Fuck what you heard, like ears had vaginas Coochie dog, cats all shined up I rhyme nastier than homeless people fucking EFN production, catch me on Collins with a Cubana Tan [?] like it’s nothing Yeah, today was a good day More niggas in the pump than a hood day And I get these hoes [?] like good yay My music hot, bitch just push play Tell haters hashtag DMY Go fuck yourself, eat shit and die Call him LeBron for a reason I shit a steamer on their chest then I’m leaving for Cleveland [Hook][x2] Everything we got in this world, nigga we earned it Never follow your rules, took a lighter and burned it Underground, nah we right here on the surface Our rap sheet is perfect, we rap for a purpose [Verse 2] Flow flow, never so so with the writtens One take in a break like intermissions In the middle of the map, bottom of the mat And you still listen to a tape that’s banging out the system Wishing for them flashing lights to be flashing My way like cars down the highway Had to be high just to be at ease Most of these niggas dreams turned to memories But my niggas was like hell nah Don’t even know how to spell the world fail Not even in our vocab, we was on the grind from Sundown to sunshine, the whole nine That was old times At the time old timers didn’t understand what was playing out the speakers Music rumbling the tweeters make haters turn believers Ladies that couldn’t leave us You know, out the back door Fade to black, pull a disappearing act, gone Didn’t mean to stay long, just checking if my mics on Yo we on? [Hook][x2] [Verse 3] I’m ready for work like Monday Catch me in LA on sucker free Sunday From the porch like Smokey and Q on Friday It’s a work week, and these suckers just work weak Get busted like a condom popped when the sperm leak Can’t touch me, like I’m sick and they germ freaks I should sanitize their mouth for the dirt they’re spitting out I remove em like a spot and my nickname was shout [Verse 4] All I do is think of the dudes who got murdered From the center, from the cypher, from bangers, from freestylers Either palm trees or green weed growing in sunny Cali Catch me in that V8 with smoke round me I’m from Cali to the [?] and I don’t need no triggers Like jewelry or long chains cause that’s for ugly niggas The wolf stay hunger so we tryna hit the buffet We work for that meal like the sign from a bum say [Verse 5] Back at it again, back hand battle for spins We ain’t compatible, better watch who you’re calling your friends Line you up for the firing squad, even the odds In the city of emeralds, only taking what’s ours Eyes on the prize, these busters is Mark Jacobs Feeling divine, these models is all aces We ain’t playing your cards right, but we come from a crazy hood So your shot look crazy like Bill Cartwright [Hook][x2] [Verse 6] I ain’t with none of that I ain’t never in back away, all the front in that Militia the gang, CMB enterprise Somebody pray for me cause it’s dinner time Hide your wife and your kids, bitch I’m a home wrecker Guard your chest, and get a vest full of chrome checker Yessir, little rag man on his own method Niggas suck and y’all like em, you’re dome neckers Anyway I go out, I’ll be mobbing for [?] Mama lonely, in your hood, ask about me, they know me Respect is given, if less delivered, respect is taken More chops and drops than niggas record breaking Tell a threat fake and nigga name a place, time And Imma take seconds, nigga ain’t gone waste time Love how you niggas doing tank time Fucking rats house rats, snake spawn
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