K-Rino

K-Rino - I Got Stripes lyrics

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Yeah, time to raise up

It's your boy K-Rino

It's a promise if I say it, I mean it

I GOT STRIPES!

If I speak it, I done did it or seen it

I GOT STRIPES!

If you see me homie, gimme some dap

I GOT STRIPES!

Dead end soldiers slanging these raps

I GOT STRIPES!

You ain't gotta ask me if it's official

I GOT STRIPES!

While you informing and blowing the whistle

I GOT STRIPES!

I don't let no rookies into my cipher

I GOT STRIPES!

I was mobbing back when you was in diapers

I GOT STRIPES!

True to the game that's my word and I live on it

You say my clique ain't certified, bet your crib on it

If y'all don't know the name, it's South Park Coalition

Before you step in my division, you better have permission

I'll mark a spot off, focusing, blow your knot off

I'm a monster; I don't need a pick to get my shot off

What's in my mind might blow back your hairline

I grind for a living, snapping haters in my spare time

Check my clout, 24/7 cash route

Show up 90 deep at your house, you probably pass out

The hood is hungry, so that made me hit the streets quicker

They tryna water me down like I was cheap liquor

Where I'm from pull a stunt you'll get your mug split

I left the club with the chick you was in love with

Now I'm standing on the top of all my competition

I own the low block, try to knock me off position

I was mashing back before you learned to read and write

Catch the dude that's slandering my name and beat 'em to the white

Maybe then he'll flip the switch and see the light

Rocking two boppers a day I might just go for three tonight

My adversaries wanna disrespect my commentary

Born in a G circle, you ain't even honorary

See I'm the type to snatch the mic and get trifling with you

You the type that's smiling on your drivers license picture

Get outta pocket and a lotta lefts and rights will hit ya

Leave you disfigured, so sick that your mama might forget ya

Straight out the ghetto on a mission for the fattest stack

You showed up in a limousine, I rolled through in a Cadillac

With a water cask, so phat that it's absurd

And three aggravated fools who never say a word

They more than qualified to handle beef if it occurred

I speak on what I know; you suckers speak on what you heard

These fellas acting hard, your whole clique's fraud

I got more hustles then the project's got WIC cards

You can't shut the game down like you say you could

I'm worldwide and you ain't never left your neighborhood

You conversating with the law, you all cool with them

Do what you do, but me myself I never fool with them

These boys still talking bout how hard they ball, it's funny

You sounding good but your girlfriend making all the money

Ride with' me, anything I say I can prove

In middle school we was making grown man moves

See you an adolescent, you ain't left is best you ought to

A lamb crossing over crocodile infested waters

You say your paper's long, let's go to the bank and see

You acting like you a BEAST, boy you must think you me

As long as I'm in my vessel I'll be tryna stack

Smack you in the grill with both hands tied behind my back

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