Raz Simone - These Kids Throw Rocks lyrics
rate meIt doesn't help that I have to perform miracles
Before I get the recognition that peers can show
I remember they told me spit it in a clearer tone
You're too raspy young and you sound too old
But I live in the place where people's dreams go to die,
So excuse me if I have wrinkles on my brow or under my eyes
My mama found truth and the stomach amongst some of the lies,
Getting raped by close friend can f*ck up your life
But some good, could come in disguise,
There's quite a thin line between love and despise
I'm touching the thighs she feels the numb in her spine,
I'm f*cking her mind, having a threesome making love to a crime,
This is the year of the plate to fall,
The successful career of a criminal.
When the monk priest decides is time to hit the road,
The Saturday when the rabbi decide to lip the low
Flippin' through roads,
Skippin' a few stones through the sea,
The lack of a help feel like what could God do to me,
I move with ease through the things the people usually hoop and scream about, Lose their dreams about decide to choose an easier route.
We need a drought just we can know we need the clouds,
We need the jury just so we can go and beat the trial,
fiending it now from all the soft these niggas speak about,
They writing checks they can't cash I had to freeze accounts,
Greezy mouths the type of friends to hit the weed and bounce,
I study horticulture just so I can weed them out,
The bitch niggas that get beat up go home and beat their spouse,
We don't participate but at least we allow.
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I like my car parked up the block
Take my tape deck out and keep my car doors locked
cuz' these kids throw rocks and
these kids ain't got aim.
I like my car parked up the block
Take my tape deck out and keep my car doors locked
cuz' these kids throw rocks and
these kids ain't got aim
Mhm, I had the flow since I was hard in the Seattle cats
who makes albums and got about their raps,
them niggas snitch on em in the tatle bag
you said that .. some other drugs that have ..trapped
I'm fronting the pack and I never ask from the chatter back,
'cause they must need in rehab
and above they budget cap I wish they was a lot
the only friend I niggas can fucking rap
them other ..I'm bucking back
obstacles another strap, f*cking red you're f*cking right
I'm f*cking spas, I was top never shoot the shop when you shake your hand
glad I had an absent father not an angry dad,
being the best of child, never made me mad,
you had to be sitting down and laying down to taking stand,
I'm knocking on brilliant case, standing on go to floors,
the demons are scared to say my name, Voltomore,
hold the sward, go to war chopper nigga with no remorse,
then pretend I actually give a f*ck when I go to court,
deep wounds, strangle souls are opened swards,
I deal with any deep boy does when it close the ports
and shit, resorse the more resourcefulness,
..trying to reach man to a contortionist,
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Thanks to JHAL for correcting these lyrics