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Yours Truly (Feat. Stretch Money & Monica Blaire) (Prod. Koen)
- album and band name
- lyrics
- *Intro (Stretch Money)*
Yeah
Uh
*Verse 1 (Stretch Money)*
Yo, I'm tryinna get in position to get my momma/
That bigger kitchen my nigga listen. When I'm spittin'/
I do it for those who can't kick flows but wish/
They could do it, If they could, they would do it like this/
This rap shit is easy, I do it like/
Takin' a piss, or better yet, takin' a shit/
Leave the mic full of feces/
I'm a creature, whole nother species, believe me/
When you see me think twice about a rhyme fest/
Niggas get forgotten about whenever I'm next/
I'm Stretch in the flesh, I ain't dead yet/
The world owe me, I ain't got my bread yet/
We ain't homies you ain't grow up wit me/
Nah, you wasn't baggin' up that O up wit me/
Now you see I'm finna blow up quickly/
You notice that I drink good & roll up sticky/
Just like a bitch on my Joc like Block Entertainment/
Dog this is not entertainment/
This is emceein', Levis Adidas/
I dress like it's 90's gold chains & Filas/
Habitat grimy eastside for life/
My name'll live on if I died tonight/
Shit, I'mma just Burn Rubber on 'em/
Cold, ain't no sense of frontin' on 'em/
*Hook (Monica Blaire)*
We livin' right when nobody thought we could
Your pockets are light but I stack that shit like bricks
Now you're pissed, I'm rich & I wish that you were here
Mail a postcard to you dear, signed yours truly
*Verse 2 (Ro Spit)*
He got it crackin' my baby I get it crackilatin'/
Come on the track like I'm jackin' or I'm Masterbatin'/
Songs hot like I'm spittin' on a track wit satan/
& kill a verse like I'm sendin' it to camp wit Jason/
Chasin' the paper like it's Henny, I'm a splash of coke/
Get in the way I grab a rope I'm comin' at ya throat/
Never confuse Ro wit what another rapper wrote/
Cause I'on't write rhymes, I write ransom notes/
Handsome so I keep the bunny's & the hunny's mumblin'/
At any given time I'm leavin' out the party stumblin'/
But I'm so fly it's like a nigga hoverin'/
You think I'm Irish by the way you see my money Dublin'/
To make somethin' outta nothin' what my life about/
I used to Payless, I roll wit Nike now/
Wipe me down I'm out here tryinna make my city proud/
In a flash like when bitches pull they titty out/
So let me tell you now if you don't know I'm a Boss/
Like Hugo clothes, you niggas Pseudo Ro/
When the pressure's on you gone fold
I'm the one like uno you so dos/
So, I walk around like my shit smell real good/
This for my Cardi niggas frames wit the real wood/
Them niggas shoppin' from the burbs to the real hood/
So fuck rap, Burn Rubber doin' real good/
*Repeat Hook*
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The OH S#!T Project,
released 10 November 2009
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