Black Cobain - Live From The Skybox lyrics
rate meGood 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!