People keep talking bout the raps no good, tell them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but You swear they throw it back so good
If they think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood pussy nigga whats up
Give me the green light
My Custy never gotta ask what the green like
Got a couple sockets, power for the mean price
Crack in the pringles 12 bundles in some clean rice
Gotta kill the rat, acting like they never seen mice
Always in the trap, if the money and the schemes right
100 pieces in the rental hit em with the mean swipe
Shorty holding all the bags looking like a clean strike
Where I'm from, deaths around the corner we don't see life
Unless your doing time in the box where you don't see light
Keep your shit together like you know when the thief strikes
Pray that all my people never ever see police lights
Til the bullet rips your shirt you don't know what the beefs like
Til your homies in the dirt you don't know what the griefs like
Murder in reverse like a birth how speak life
Put it on a shirt is what I'm doing to these beats right
Way too many guns, rarely get to see fights
Block is Vietcong, people never sleep nights
She busy on they phone, working for them free likes
Looking for a husband good job and some mean pipe
He don't want the pie, he looking for a clean slice
He don't want the job, he looking for a cheap price
You wanna touch the sky you know he keep a cheap flight
My only 9 to 5 been the visions that I dream right, and yet
People keep talking bout the raps no good, tell them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but you swear they throw it back so good
If you think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood
When it comes composition from opposition, there is no competition
Back when there was no pot to piss in no Rocs to glissing, you wouldn't even stop and listen
The only time they would stop to mention is when they out convincing, the DA to drop the sentence
All they wanna hear is glock extensions and yacht with vixens, It sounds like a flop from distance
Man these new nigga's not convincing they just got consistence and the fans been optimistic
Comes to them, I can mop the kitchen the countertops a glissing with the same rag I wash dishes
Two things that god forbidden is you stop the mission, And being under cop suspicion
Get shot for not resisting or our dark description that's why the people knock the system
But let me just stop the bitching, cause it's not been different ever since the dread Scott decision
And This is for the unartistic, narcissistic, I'm bout to make you all statistics
Ironic that it's not sophistic, it's so simplistic when you know that your souls encrypted
Love the beat but the flow sadistic, I got a soul that's itching to put the rythym out of commission and yet
People keep talking bout the raps no good, them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but You swear they throw it back so good
If they think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood pussy nigga whats up
Stah Shabazz - Ocho No Bueno (feat. Tone-E) Lyrics
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People keep talking bout the raps no good, tell them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but You swear they throw it back so good
If they think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood pussy nigga whats up
Give me the green light
My Custy never gotta ask what the green like
Got a couple sockets, power for the mean price
Crack in the pringles 12 bundles in some clean rice
Gotta kill the rat, acting like they never seen mice
Always in the trap, if the money and the schemes right
100 pieces in the rental hit em with the mean swipe
Shorty holding all the bags looking like a clean strike
Where I'm from, deaths around the corner we don't see life
Unless your doing time in the box where you don't see light
Keep your shit together like you know when the thief strikes
Pray that all my people never ever see police lights
Til the bullet rips your shirt you don't know what the beefs like
Til your homies in the dirt you don't know what the griefs like
Murder in reverse like a birth how speak life
Put it on a shirt is what I'm doing to these beats right
Way too many guns, rarely get to see fights
Block is Vietcong, people never sleep nights
She busy on they phone, working for them free likes
Looking for a husband good job and some mean pipe
He don't want the pie, he looking for a clean slice
He don't want the job, he looking for a cheap price
You wanna touch the sky you know he keep a cheap flight
My only 9 to 5 been the visions that I dream right, and yet
People keep talking bout the raps no good, tell them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but you swear they throw it back so good
If you think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood
When it comes composition from opposition, there is no competition
Back when there was no pot to piss in no Rocs to glissing, you wouldn't even stop and listen
The only time they would stop to mention is when they out convincing, the DA to drop the sentence
All they wanna hear is glock extensions and yacht with vixens, It sounds like a flop from distance
Man these new nigga's not convincing they just got consistence and the fans been optimistic
Comes to them, I can mop the kitchen the countertops a glissing with the same rag I wash dishes
Two things that god forbidden is you stop the mission, And being under cop suspicion
Get shot for not resisting or our dark description that's why the people knock the system
But let me just stop the bitching, cause it's not been different ever since the dread Scott decision
And This is for the unartistic, narcissistic, I'm bout to make you all statistics
Ironic that it's not sophistic, it's so simplistic when you know that your souls encrypted
Love the beat but the flow sadistic, I got a soul that's itching to put the rythym out of commission and yet
People keep talking bout the raps no good, them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but You swear they throw it back so good
If they think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood pussy nigga whats up
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but You swear they throw it back so good
If they think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood pussy nigga whats up
Give me the green light
My Custy never gotta ask what the green like
Got a couple sockets, power for the mean price
Crack in the pringles 12 bundles in some clean rice
Gotta kill the rat, acting like they never seen mice
Always in the trap, if the money and the schemes right
100 pieces in the rental hit em with the mean swipe
Shorty holding all the bags looking like a clean strike
Where I'm from, deaths around the corner we don't see life
Unless your doing time in the box where you don't see light
Keep your shit together like you know when the thief strikes
Pray that all my people never ever see police lights
Til the bullet rips your shirt you don't know what the beefs like
Til your homies in the dirt you don't know what the griefs like
Murder in reverse like a birth how speak life
Put it on a shirt is what I'm doing to these beats right
Way too many guns, rarely get to see fights
Block is Vietcong, people never sleep nights
She busy on they phone, working for them free likes
Looking for a husband good job and some mean pipe
He don't want the pie, he looking for a clean slice
He don't want the job, he looking for a cheap price
You wanna touch the sky you know he keep a cheap flight
My only 9 to 5 been the visions that I dream right, and yet
People keep talking bout the raps no good, tell them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but you swear they throw it back so good
If you think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood
When it comes composition from opposition, there is no competition
Back when there was no pot to piss in no Rocs to glissing, you wouldn't even stop and listen
The only time they would stop to mention is when they out convincing, the DA to drop the sentence
All they wanna hear is glock extensions and yacht with vixens, It sounds like a flop from distance
Man these new nigga's not convincing they just got consistence and the fans been optimistic
Comes to them, I can mop the kitchen the countertops a glissing with the same rag I wash dishes
Two things that god forbidden is you stop the mission, And being under cop suspicion
Get shot for not resisting or our dark description that's why the people knock the system
But let me just stop the bitching, cause it's not been different ever since the dread Scott decision
And This is for the unartistic, narcissistic, I'm bout to make you all statistics
Ironic that it's not sophistic, it's so simplistic when you know that your souls encrypted
Love the beat but the flow sadistic, I got a soul that's itching to put the rythym out of commission and yet
People keep talking bout the raps no good, them haters that I'm back for good
Only broke niggas talking bout the traps no good, cause that money getting taxed no good
All them broke bitches laying on they back no good, but You swear they throw it back so good
If they think we're all young black and misunderstood, tell them skollaz in yah hood pussy nigga whats up
Writer: Kolleh Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid