Black Cobain - Live From The Skybox lyrics

rate me

Good money for the good tree

Less stress for the tac

I don’t talk trap, but why niggas in the trap

Always wanna talk about me

You all talking like an auction

35th floor apartments

Prolly think that we stallin

Cause we ain’t putting music out that often

Yeah, I had it and my shit breathe, nigga

But the facts it remains, yeah

On the 8 and now I see

Couple dollars for the chain

What’s the matter nigga,

What you mad cause your bitch ain’t bad as mine?

Lil nigga can’t touch this, let a nigga know if it’s hammer time

Gamble mind, I’m like bet that

No setups and no set backs

Niggas talking fly we don’t stress that

When I was pitching game you ain’t cast that

Nigga might pe as so you on phone deposits

We up in bellingiagas, around my city with a light job

You lil niggas want exercizing, checks deposit, ah

Been on my grind like I hold no limit

Ride through the hood, you ain’t know I was in it

Bands all pidemy, a bands all in it

If she see you too, she really want trippin, ah

Lil niggas get half a bar for your 32

Bitch nigga, my bitch is bigger than you

Your mixtape, papee le puke

Meet kaniac, where all nigga say we ain’t on that

If a nigga just hate, you condemn that

That’s a mouse trap, I rap all facts, you need to fall back

Yeahm, gullable guy, god I love it

Reggie little ring, got back to the money

Erybody know but ain’t none of y’all done it

If you talking bout rap don’t none of y’all want it

I get stamps in my passport, you get stamps to buy food though

Yeah, I got a bad littl foreign bitch

And we just watch the telemundo

I’m tryina cash out, like joe flako

I seen all you niggas in my lasso

We just tryina meet this stack quote

With this crack flow

Tell me why you mad again

Tell me why you mad again

Cause you can’t dress

You niggas styling off the manequinn

And I be in the booth like a relaps muslin goin ham again

Y’all niggas like rando, cutting hands is out here scrambling

Yeah frequent flier, never home but I’m always rappin

Hating niggas, got 1000 questions

Yoru bitch slapped us with no silent dressing

Grown man making statements

I don’t even know what state I’m in

Big west told me kill these niggas

And lil day yeah I’m feel these niggas

Boa yeah it’s my turn, chasing money till my dies burn

Brown sexy like foxy brown, smokin on az man her tits firm

I put knives all in my last raps, I know rose, warrup maybach

Shout out meek millie, dc, that’s boa, salute to philly

And I thought that niggas was like brothers too

Whatever niggas be going through

Ambition was a great time, bring it back nigga, part 2

When you dead broke you gotta live right

So I pray to god I really live life

Cause I sit back, in a different world

Maybe you can really get to live twice

Yeah, damn that was deep, you know niggas don’t sleep

Yeah, we insomniacs, so we rap better, that’s the recipe

Take 10 and leave the rest for me

Thank god I got a college degree

Cause I’m puttin on while you thinking bout it

In my buldoneese, I neex extra cheese

And damn it I’m a star

You don’t really know who you are

And I’ve been dreaming bout a 62

And since you niggas taking shots

I hope it’s bullet proof, bitch!