
Village Idiot Haystak
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'Stak know case shells go through 'llac doors
Still I'm at the redlight like what's up though
It's so sickenin', when I get demeanin' em
And that's not my opinion, I got victims
Crack flow watch how it cover the continent
In a room full of rappers I was always dominate
Common sense got me in the spot I'm in see
Confidence kept me hear y'all can't touch me
In reality, honestly, I see whiteboy won't respond to me or acknowledge me
That'll put me where I 'spose to be in '03
God was with me, y'all couldn't starve me
Pop a bottle, that was for R&B
That's for anybody on it, er-body who want it
Uhh!
The truth hurt don't it
I'll put numbers on your head like that boy on the Omen
Saw me, back in Northern California
When I was comin' up we were diein' over Jordans
I look back, see old heads snortin'
And bloodstains, and that's why I moved forward
Woodgrain was everything even if it came
At the price of getting caught up and them blowing out your brains
Ran hot, handcuffed, screwed and chopped
Doin' a bob at a redlight in front of the cops
Uhh!
Still I'm at the redlight like what's up though
It's so sickenin', when I get demeanin' em
And that's not my opinion, I got victims
Crack flow watch how it cover the continent
In a room full of rappers I was always dominate
Common sense got me in the spot I'm in see
Confidence kept me hear y'all can't touch me
In reality, honestly, I see whiteboy won't respond to me or acknowledge me
That'll put me where I 'spose to be in '03
God was with me, y'all couldn't starve me
Pop a bottle, that was for R&B
That's for anybody on it, er-body who want it
Uhh!
The truth hurt don't it
I'll put numbers on your head like that boy on the Omen
Saw me, back in Northern California
When I was comin' up we were diein' over Jordans
I look back, see old heads snortin'
And bloodstains, and that's why I moved forward
Woodgrain was everything even if it came
At the price of getting caught up and them blowing out your brains
Ran hot, handcuffed, screwed and chopped
Doin' a bob at a redlight in front of the cops
Uhh!
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