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R.N.S. Video (MV)




Performed By: Need4Cognition
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Paul Taylor




Need4Cognition - R.N.S. Lyrics




This what they want? This what the f*ck they gone get!
Yeah
Time to wake you niggas up on some shit
On some Real Nigga Shit
Yeah

This ain't that trap shit (Nah)
This that real nigga get ya ass up get the bag shit (Get the bag nigga)
F*ck them hoes nigga
When you make it on top them hoes gone be after ya (I swear)
This ain't that cap shit (Nah)
Everything I ever said I said that from experience
How many niggas you know from that Third Ward
But make more than 40k legally? (Not a lot)
Not money laundering (Nah)
Sticking to the formula (I am)
My daddy doing life in federal
Niggas think I should be disappointed (But I'm not)
But that's actually where my strength come from
I know my mind disjointed (It don't make sense)
Lyrics have you contoured because it doesn't seem to fit with my life story
But
I'm from that Third Ward (Soldier)
From that Magnolia (Yeah)
Went to Kellers Market (Yeah)
Right there on the corner (I did)
I'm a Hardy Boy
And I claim the Taylor (OK)
Even though they turned they back on me we still family
I'm not no Christian (Nah)
I don't believe in God (Well)
At least not the same as you all
I believe in myself
Wasn't nobody listening to me when I cried by myself
Well
I lied (My bad)
I was listening I knew my hopes and dreams
I told myself my story wasn't finished by any means (We ain't done)
Had to get it out the mud (Mud)
Had to get it out the clay (Klay)
Now I shoot my three pointer
Shoot it right in they f*cking face! (Swish)
F*ck you talking bout
Come home from a home of killers (Yeah)
Nigga we gorillas
No fear in us (Nah)
Got the .9 on me
No extension
Cuz I ain't missing when I go to squeezing, yeah
I'm like two people
You'd think I was a Gemini
My daddy in jail
Nigga I could cry (Boo-hoo)
And they shortened his life
So I gotta live for him (OK)
Double the ruthless
Double the motivation (Hmm)
Nigga I gotta take it (Imma take it)
Or Imma take it (Imma take it)
That's why we do crime
Ain't got no patience (We in poverty)
But we got the trauma
Started from the White races
But they lock us up
While they do they thang (Hypocrite)
They got wars going on but they say theirs legal (Hypocrite)
Went to other people turf and took they people (Hypocrite)
Spreading viruses and told them that they could keep em (Hypocrite)
I know the virus and it look like that orange man on the tv
Bitch!
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This what they want? This what the f*ck they gone get!
Yeah
Time to wake you niggas up on some shit
On some Real Nigga Shit
Yeah

This ain't that trap shit (Nah)
This that real nigga get ya ass up get the bag shit (Get the bag nigga)
F*ck them hoes nigga
When you make it on top them hoes gone be after ya (I swear)
This ain't that cap shit (Nah)
Everything I ever said I said that from experience
How many niggas you know from that Third Ward
But make more than 40k legally? (Not a lot)
Not money laundering (Nah)
Sticking to the formula (I am)
My daddy doing life in federal
Niggas think I should be disappointed (But I'm not)
But that's actually where my strength come from
I know my mind disjointed (It don't make sense)
Lyrics have you contoured because it doesn't seem to fit with my life story
But
I'm from that Third Ward (Soldier)
From that Magnolia (Yeah)
Went to Kellers Market (Yeah)
Right there on the corner (I did)
I'm a Hardy Boy
And I claim the Taylor (OK)
Even though they turned they back on me we still family
I'm not no Christian (Nah)
I don't believe in God (Well)
At least not the same as you all
I believe in myself
Wasn't nobody listening to me when I cried by myself
Well
I lied (My bad)
I was listening I knew my hopes and dreams
I told myself my story wasn't finished by any means (We ain't done)
Had to get it out the mud (Mud)
Had to get it out the clay (Klay)
Now I shoot my three pointer
Shoot it right in they f*cking face! (Swish)
F*ck you talking bout
Come home from a home of killers (Yeah)
Nigga we gorillas
No fear in us (Nah)
Got the .9 on me
No extension
Cuz I ain't missing when I go to squeezing, yeah
I'm like two people
You'd think I was a Gemini
My daddy in jail
Nigga I could cry (Boo-hoo)
And they shortened his life
So I gotta live for him (OK)
Double the ruthless
Double the motivation (Hmm)
Nigga I gotta take it (Imma take it)
Or Imma take it (Imma take it)
That's why we do crime
Ain't got no patience (We in poverty)
But we got the trauma
Started from the White races
But they lock us up
While they do they thang (Hypocrite)
They got wars going on but they say theirs legal (Hypocrite)
Went to other people turf and took they people (Hypocrite)
Spreading viruses and told them that they could keep em (Hypocrite)
I know the virus and it look like that orange man on the tv
Bitch!
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Writer: Paul Taylor
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