Ultra Rare EARTHGANG (Ft. Mereba)

[Produced by The Production Kids]

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Oh, here go that shit that you wish you could sound like
You pray for the soundbite, with your key on your sound kite
You niggas close to broke trying to get your little sound right
Ladies, throw your titties in the air if it sound tight
I know, I fail to fit the mold
Bugatti down the road, less traveled, you know I ain't got one of those!
I be camel-back, practicing my humping for my hoes
And he sent me back just to snatch up everything y'all own
So I'm, back in the West End
Posted at the corner of despair and who cares
Giving niggas directions
A pair of Nike Airs and some faith injections
Somebody let me hold it 'cuz the devil keep testing
Ain't never had no people, neither a team either
Give a fuck about my sneakers, I was raised in the creek
Where the luxury of weeping ain't available, you see
And the factory producing a new junky every week
But, ain't no way around it, niggas like me had to creep up
Shake they ass down at the table with my feet up
Never seen us coming til' it's over like the Reaper
Tell them girls, "Keep up, baby I don't need ya!"
I know it's difficult you had it up to here with those
Flashy ass superficial milky nigga cereals
Hangin' with the crew I'm in
Wonder what they really on
I'm just tryna sing a spirit song and put my children on
Lil niggas know Rick Ross, but they don't know they take home
Slow through my city like an elephant
Make this left on Langhorn, I'll show you where the devil went
They wanna fuck us cuz we militant, relevant, novelous, element
Dressed up like some better win