Yelawolf

Yelawolf - Shit I've Seen (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Half of these motherfucking rappers don't know shit

Aint seen a gansta aint seen a brick

And they wonder why when the OG's come around Yelawolf I get the respect I get

Cause I never walk into another man's house

And tell him what I think about the way he live

I done a little dirt on my own

And I won't throw stones

So I get back what I give

Reach for the tool homeboy go ahead

If you wanna be dead homie be dead

Who am I to be thinkin that I won't pop a trunk

If you feelin like a punk

From the he said she said

Life's not a choice it's a win or lose

So what's it gonna be, him or you?

Did he lie on your bed, did she lie to your head?

Well, it all depends on the truth

See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific

I done see one of my boys get ticked off and put his hands on a dirty AK and lifted it

Up in the air, and then saw him carried him

Into the club, I know he wanted to bury 'em

My crew is laughing, I was scared as fuck and they thought it was hilarious

In this game it seems

That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where

It's no fair no more

Hit em wit that major pain as we shoot and destroy

It's like I'm bringing war to your front door

In this game it seems

That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where

It's not fair no more

Hit em wit that Major Pain as we shoot and destroy

It's like I'm bringing war to your front door

Look how I lyrically assassinate a verse then

I can get a hook shot like urban

You never bust, rapping just like you a virgin

I know your girl, then get in her belly like a surgeon

A hundred milli gotta get it, brrrr, Birdman?

Christina Milian she ain't got her man

And I don't have no dreams either, I'm workin'

Surfin' the earth and tryna stay urban

You see the heater poking out I got the shirt in

All these rappers getting jerked without the jerkins

The similes and metaphor that I be servin

Goin right over their head, hah turbans

I gotta (?) she a Persian

And I gotta deal with Eminem but I ain't burnin'

Hot, got a lawyer, he's really a diversion

I'm ridin dirtier the 30 days with no detergent

Ain't really with the beef with the tweets, I get at you

If I ever see you in the streets I'ma slap you

I don't mean Lebron with the Heat comin at you

Cover up with the duck like Young LA tattoo

All this cake, getting flipped like a spat-u-la

Not a act, like a chat I'm a natural

Suits tried to take me out the game

What did that do?

Still here, like a name up in here at you (?)

Bread cheese, yeah funds really high

Walk in the strip club throw my lunch in the sky

Front til ya die

While I spend a month in Dubai

I'm a God in the streets, da-la-hum-dil-lee-i

Test, and I'ma bet that gonna you flunk when you try

I don't even gotta to use my gun to reply

You'll get punched in the eye

Punched in the eye

What is a tie?

OR you can blood finna fly!

The shit I've seen

Has changed me

What use to be strange to me

Just ain't strange to me no more (Yeah I done seen this shit before)

It's just another day outside my door, outside my door

The shit I've seen

Has changed me

What use to be strange to me

Just ain't strange to me no more

In this game it seems

That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where

It's not fair no more

Hit em wit that major pain as we shoot and destroy

It's just another day outside my door, outside your door

Yeah, I'ma let you take a second to introduce you to pain

Where everybody going through it and going insane

The inner struggle but they focused on making they change

Anybody get it away and they making it rain

If it go to me I'll probably be doing the same

If I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game

Rapping on thinking I promise I'll get the same thing

In the back of the maybach outside of somebody name

Getting brain like I was only here to learn something

Fucking with me I guarantee I'ma return some

Raise some drama then show up tryna burn some

I do my dirt and then I never pay it back

I'm dealing with it and never taking it

You can't respect, the city been awake

Never get attacked, got it, I can't hear nobody taking that

Wanna hit the block and wanna thug? dreaming to get away

And to the love I got for the streets, the hood

Call up any n-gga who come that and try to fit in I send them away

Yelawolf go get the whip I got this

I open the gate aint no way they could stop this

They want it with us, you can tell em about this

Looking for something pretty, you can em it's not this

Pray on my God, I believe it's too hard

Don't reach for the dogs who believe the facades

Don't reach too far to compete with the dog

Because deep in the heart they wanna? this all

I wish I could be the one to say I warned ya

Don't pay any attention

Man I wanna ignore the haters

But I can't afford to leave them alone

They say yelawolf aint never been in the dark

And trailerparks and made their mark

I gotta make it hot cause I was given a pardon

I gotta play the role

Serial killing rap, cause I had a serial code

In every city with a cereal bowl

When I rap, peer in my soul

I'm in the light like a deer in the road

Clear in control, my spirit is old

I'm hearing the Gold I'm hearing the foes, hoes

And it falls like a rock don't mean you hard like one

You want the credit for getting gutter forget it

You muthaf-ckers forgot the credit card and run

Street credit won't put bullets in ya gun

But it might put a stray bullet in your son

Daughters, uncles, aunts, friends and nusiance

Become tangled up when it comes undone

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