Fabolous - Remember The Titans lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah

These niggas losing their minds

You find that there's no reward

They say they already home

It's really clear they abroad

They sound like they boxed in

It's not just where they record

There's a cost to be the boss

They can't clearly afford

Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the audience

You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds

Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored

Plotting on a Kanye but screaming where's my award

Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY

'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP

Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man

You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance

No glitter glean, handgun with a beam

Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team

Like you could fuck with me, oh, did it seem

Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream

I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen

You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a Scream

Audi Coupe, looking good so I went and copped it

Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic

My ride is matte black, my pride is that jack

It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked

Anyway though, styles don't apply to me

Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me

Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof

You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose

You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce

Break 'em off and leave it, you seen my fucked up tooth

It's fuck a bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium

I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them

There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from

Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them

Reporting live from the beacon

Booth tired from the beatin', had foreplay all day

Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome

With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin' til their eyes totaled

Mr. Wi-fi, out a franchise go to

Magic, standby local's

Watch the track bust

Once I show my dick size to the pro-tools

I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me

E pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your T.I.P. is Tiny

Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef

Seek me with the heat

But you'll need more to keep me on a leash

Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets

Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet

Give a few hammers, a few semi's

And a few snubs to a few crips

Couple vampire's and true bloods

Gambling in casino's, have a hunny handing me my c-notes

The modern day gambino

I'm careful every step I take

You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray

That'd be the last mistake you ever make

Me I chop his head off from a rooftop

And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade

Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags

Make sure the breads separated

And put the fruits in a bag

Withstand the hatred

Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it

But everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs

What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry

Fours want blatt at me, that'd equal more casualties

Abort the strategy or get attacked

With that Duracell they put in your back

Now that's assault and battery

You can keep the bitching to yourself

There's beams on every burner

These lasers, a petition wouldn't help

What good is having shooters if they the type that miss?

Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip

Niggas, put they life at risk for pies that flip

In my town Ben Affleck wouldn't try that shit

And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down

Tell 'em new jacks, it'll be a while

'Fore they eligible to earn the crown

Acid out the baggie, this is more than dope, flawless flow

Fuckin' off a sign, every whore I scoped to wore my robes

Strappin' up, the corner cold, critical, unquestioned

My opponents know

I shoot like Kapono, watch me own the show

Chromatose, toasted, gettin' money while I roam the coast

Stones and boats, mansion homes and hopes, I deserve 'em both

Overdose, time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts

Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger

Yeah, I see ya, now make way 'fore it turn to diarrhea

Hear a microphone'll give you three of everything I wear, yeah

Models by the pier, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer

Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, squares

Sleep on me, you can't here, war with me is scurry

Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your fury

Heat, I got a drop, Dampier, niggas try me barely

No one breathes, I need a ant's ear, pressure's necessary

Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together

Bury 'em in abundance and starve they families' stomachs

Paper come in my thumb, it's brand new fifties and hundreds

On point, just like the drum is I'm warnin' them baby mothers

Got the hunger of a broke rapper

Kill you while I'm rollin' up then smoke after

Catch you at your show, snatch ya

Empty out the dough faster

Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher

Four-packer, Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya

This is for the fronters and the naysayers

I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players

They say I'm out of my league on this one

So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off,

Twitpic 'em

Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity

You gon' be around here 'bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity

This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King

Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer regime, I'll as you seen, switch

Y'all write all that hard shit, then y'all fall right off, it's horrible

My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow, yo

Won't be here tomorrow flow, sorry, I will prob'ly adios

My body with somebody toast

This shit just practice, sickest rappin' Baptist, kill your pastor

Steal your Chap Stick, after that make you kiss a cactus

Then take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio

Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO

Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty

I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire Buffy the Body

Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless

If they are, then we can hang, like Aretha Franklin braless

The drunk me can box like the sober you

The sober me be more nervous

Than Waka Flocka in the votin' booth

We beef like bein' deep and dumpin' Ks

You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist

Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays

My Feng Shui is a pump in the desert

You'll come up shorter than an Asian

Jumpin' out of a trunk in the desert

While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine

Niggas snitchin', it's a shame, we call 'em male tattlers

Fiends touchin' they noses more than URL battlers

It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire

So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank

Put a banana in your tailpipe

So the car can fit the driver

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