Tale Of 2 Legends Humble Soles, Tyre Hakim & RJAE
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[Intro: RJAE]
Yeah, yeah
Been through the storm with it
We done been through so much, it's just—
This is greatness and this how legends are made (Ayy, Royce, you did it right there)
[Verse 1: RJAE, Tyre Hakim & DJ Clue]
Yeah, I'm from the land of the gutter where niggas'll kill they brother
Do shady shit to they mans and serve crack to they mothers
And I come straight from the slums with guns where they don't love us
Police catch a body, get off, they know the judges (Woah)
Yeah, over here thеy not your savior
You get lined up like a tapеr just for lying on your neighbor
Got a water full of gators in it
Mixing pineapple Fanta, full of purp', look like a Laker
I was sitting in the trap, they shaved the crack down with a razor
Bust you in your super dome, like, is you retarded or something?
Niggas poppin' off shots, is this a part of the function?
Put the switches on the Glock when it's shot it sounds like it's stuttering
The cops come out on the block and I don't know nothing
That's why the murder rates in the summer change
Been ducking 12 in hurricanes
Was bleeding out for hours in Nicki house 'til my mother came
And wrapped me in that towel, and asked me why I'm stressing
I been using tools to stretch it
Ain't have a youthful adolescence, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Been through the storm with it
We done been through so much, it's just—
This is greatness and this how legends are made (Ayy, Royce, you did it right there)
[Verse 1: RJAE, Tyre Hakim & DJ Clue]
Yeah, I'm from the land of the gutter where niggas'll kill they brother
Do shady shit to they mans and serve crack to they mothers
And I come straight from the slums with guns where they don't love us
Police catch a body, get off, they know the judges (Woah)
Yeah, over here thеy not your savior
You get lined up like a tapеr just for lying on your neighbor
Got a water full of gators in it
Mixing pineapple Fanta, full of purp', look like a Laker
I was sitting in the trap, they shaved the crack down with a razor
Bust you in your super dome, like, is you retarded or something?
Niggas poppin' off shots, is this a part of the function?
Put the switches on the Glock when it's shot it sounds like it's stuttering
The cops come out on the block and I don't know nothing
That's why the murder rates in the summer change
Been ducking 12 in hurricanes
Was bleeding out for hours in Nicki house 'til my mother came
And wrapped me in that towel, and asked me why I'm stressing
I been using tools to stretch it
Ain't have a youthful adolescence, nigga
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