[Interlude]
Speak, drums
Tell the real story
For the people who would condemn‚ in slavery time‚ their brothers and sisters for being ignorant
Listen to the story the drums tell
[Intro]
Justice League
[Chorus]
The content in the street so watered down now
(I miss the old days)
And snitching at a all-time high
What happened to the code that we used to die by?
Love don't love nobody‚ can't trust nobody
For the right amount of money they'll turn
Roll up in a Rover, hop out with the shits
Whole city know me, I'ma real one with the shits
Take off on sight when I see you with the shits
Stand my ground‚ back down, I'm with the shits
[Verse 1]
On the run, eatin'‚ I was on my N-O-R-E
They say I had the sauce before Chef Boyardee
First niggas troll you, the next day RT
And if you claiming you the goat, best be Ali
Most niggas wanna be Sully so they fly free
Then get sucked into engines like they wild geese
My ex talked shit online, but, hey, why beef?
Having a meltdown broke looking like Tyrese
[(What more do you want from me?)]
No diss, it's just this
The best offense is double D like big tits
Thou shall not think these thots is loyal
And rep your hood if you from the soil
Educated, I read a lot
Blue sweater, V-neck tee, call me Cardigan B
But never dissing a Crip, only caught the flu when I'm sick
Besides that, who with the shits?
Speak, drums
Tell the real story
For the people who would condemn‚ in slavery time‚ their brothers and sisters for being ignorant
Listen to the story the drums tell
[Intro]
Justice League
[Chorus]
The content in the street so watered down now
(I miss the old days)
And snitching at a all-time high
What happened to the code that we used to die by?
Love don't love nobody‚ can't trust nobody
For the right amount of money they'll turn
Roll up in a Rover, hop out with the shits
Whole city know me, I'ma real one with the shits
Take off on sight when I see you with the shits
Stand my ground‚ back down, I'm with the shits
[Verse 1]
On the run, eatin'‚ I was on my N-O-R-E
They say I had the sauce before Chef Boyardee
First niggas troll you, the next day RT
And if you claiming you the goat, best be Ali
Most niggas wanna be Sully so they fly free
Then get sucked into engines like they wild geese
My ex talked shit online, but, hey, why beef?
Having a meltdown broke looking like Tyrese
[(What more do you want from me?)]
No diss, it's just this
The best offense is double D like big tits
Thou shall not think these thots is loyal
And rep your hood if you from the soil
Educated, I read a lot
Blue sweater, V-neck tee, call me Cardigan B
But never dissing a Crip, only caught the flu when I'm sick
Besides that, who with the shits?
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