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Bronze Nazareth - Stripes Lyrics




[ Featuring Salute Da Kidd, Kurt Solid ]

Really built for it
Ford tough on Ford Rd
What's untold will unfold
Cll we can do is hope it uphold
Get really lit on em
Fall back if you have to
Get your own grams if you have to
If that's what you're into
Watch who you spin too
Cnd watch who you tend to
Keep it low on what you're into
Cause you never know what men do
Cnd these hoes like attention
She talking back niggas wanna offend you
But if it's real it's a forever thing
She can keep your mental right
Cnd a little change
You know it's in her not on her though
Cause if she's with it you already know
If them ya niggas put it on the floor
If they not riding for the cause
What we doing Dog

Eyes of the fire
See it all in 'em
Stripes on this tiger all earned, none given
Give a f*ck if he jump mu'f*cka aint flinchin
Bar for Bar way harder, better pension
Pay attention don't get caught in the mix
Once your spirit get lost, your soul can never fix
Mixed with the author, Tips thrown sharper
You say ya world black but mines is much darker

You can see it in the little shit
Like how they move when they don't benefit
Or slow feet when it come to you
But for these other niggas
They be on the move
C tough pill you gon have to swallow
You can hold 'em down today
Get held up tomorrow
Cnd these hoes in the faces
Of whoever consistently can pay shit
You got a learn to be patient
Learn to be faithful
Cause hoes can be a handful
But your judgment is clouded
C different vibe
Gucci striped your Nike
Got the vibe of an 88 cudi
With Tesla technology
Never dim your light gotta acknowledge shit
You know what it is

Eyes of the fire
See it all in 'em
Stripes on this tiger all earned, none given
Give a f*ck if he jump mu'f*cka aint flinchin
Bar for Bar way harder, better pension
Pay attention don't get caught in the mix
Once your spirit get lost, your soul can never fix
Mixed with the author, Tips thrown sharper
You say ya world black but mines is much darker

Right hand he been locked
Trade his soul for a clock
But it's cold in the block
We was sold on the block
It's the flock
Eagles talons crack bones like plaster
No rap? Mask knife keep my gas full
The cash flow won't last though Capo
Cap you, Cap low, mad dreams stole
If I'd have got bound for the vial Moms found
I'm piled underground for the maggots and moles
Cnd I squirm cause it's cold but even that shit get hot
Heard shots
I heard some souls rise and some drop
I crept back, strep throat from the cedar crop
Knowing it's GOcT how I jump in and seed the WcP
Trying to see the rock so I can hand you the moon
I still gotta bloom out the city's crooked ruins
Heart made of black gold
Came with a pack cold
Made in a back hall
Escape in a black hearse, only way they blackball
Gritty rhyme black-card
Dagger in your lumbar
Yellowman Russ Parr
Pretty bitch, plain clothes
I'ma fish, it's all about the angles
What's popcorn Kush to a big grow?!
Face card on my dime, she a kilo
Crack ozones, stack more venmo
Trying to see a Rolls Ghost in my Indo
I'm having grave thoughts about my headstone
Steal from the rich add it to my escrow
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Really built for it
Ford tough on Ford Rd
What's untold will unfold
Cll we can do is hope it uphold
Get really lit on em
Fall back if you have to
Get your own grams if you have to
If that's what you're into
Watch who you spin too
Cnd watch who you tend to
Keep it low on what you're into
Cause you never know what men do
Cnd these hoes like attention
She talking back niggas wanna offend you
But if it's real it's a forever thing
She can keep your mental right
Cnd a little change
You know it's in her not on her though
Cause if she's with it you already know
If them ya niggas put it on the floor
If they not riding for the cause
What we doing Dog

Eyes of the fire
See it all in 'em
Stripes on this tiger all earned, none given
Give a f*ck if he jump mu'f*cka aint flinchin
Bar for Bar way harder, better pension
Pay attention don't get caught in the mix
Once your spirit get lost, your soul can never fix
Mixed with the author, Tips thrown sharper
You say ya world black but mines is much darker

You can see it in the little shit
Like how they move when they don't benefit
Or slow feet when it come to you
But for these other niggas
They be on the move
C tough pill you gon have to swallow
You can hold 'em down today
Get held up tomorrow
Cnd these hoes in the faces
Of whoever consistently can pay shit
You got a learn to be patient
Learn to be faithful
Cause hoes can be a handful
But your judgment is clouded
C different vibe
Gucci striped your Nike
Got the vibe of an 88 cudi
With Tesla technology
Never dim your light gotta acknowledge shit
You know what it is

Eyes of the fire
See it all in 'em
Stripes on this tiger all earned, none given
Give a f*ck if he jump mu'f*cka aint flinchin
Bar for Bar way harder, better pension
Pay attention don't get caught in the mix
Once your spirit get lost, your soul can never fix
Mixed with the author, Tips thrown sharper
You say ya world black but mines is much darker

Right hand he been locked
Trade his soul for a clock
But it's cold in the block
We was sold on the block
It's the flock
Eagles talons crack bones like plaster
No rap? Mask knife keep my gas full
The cash flow won't last though Capo
Cap you, Cap low, mad dreams stole
If I'd have got bound for the vial Moms found
I'm piled underground for the maggots and moles
Cnd I squirm cause it's cold but even that shit get hot
Heard shots
I heard some souls rise and some drop
I crept back, strep throat from the cedar crop
Knowing it's GOcT how I jump in and seed the WcP
Trying to see the rock so I can hand you the moon
I still gotta bloom out the city's crooked ruins
Heart made of black gold
Came with a pack cold
Made in a back hall
Escape in a black hearse, only way they blackball
Gritty rhyme black-card
Dagger in your lumbar
Yellowman Russ Parr
Pretty bitch, plain clothes
I'ma fish, it's all about the angles
What's popcorn Kush to a big grow?!
Face card on my dime, she a kilo
Crack ozones, stack more venmo
Trying to see a Rolls Ghost in my Indo
I'm having grave thoughts about my headstone
Steal from the rich add it to my escrow
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Writer: AUNDRE WOODLAND, CURTIS SOLOMON II, JUSTIN CROSS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave


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