Trials & Tribulations

I Don't Think You Know

Keep It Gangsta

Revenge

Jay Rock - Wow Freestyle Ft. Kendrick Lamar [R3m1X]

Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye
Bitch
Huh
Big dog talking shit cause I'm a shit talker
I walk the beat down kill that shit and keep walking
I picked the speed up they walking while I been jogging
I cut off all the fake niggas I bet they still watching
This easy work bitch
Hop on the mic I rap and rhyme with any word bitch
Somebody try to do me bad I'm doing worse bitch
I'll make this song without a hook this shit a verse bitch
I'll get the cash and I might go and put designer on me
Got people counting on me
Stack up the cash I'll make a wall like it was China on them
Some niggas doubted me at first I know they spying on me
Protect myself at all times I keep that iron on me
Boy you don't want none
Hella niggas with me we got problems you don't want one
Every nigga round me really bout it and they tote guns
Niggas looking crazy cause we smiling like it's so fun
We chasing cash we on a dough run
Ha, what a shame they got some bread crumbs
Got a full loaf on me I do them niggas dead wrong
Touch the bag touch the cash you get stepped on
If we not chatting bout no cash then I say hell nah
Stomp a nigga out he talking shit he better swing first
It's best to watch your mouth you talking shit somebody get hurt
Big thugging in this bitch I ain't saying....(N Word)
Thought I was gonna say it nah I'm saying ee er
Ee er like Roddy Ricch nigga
Every time I rap up on the mic it's gon' be lit nigga
If a nigga fake then he can't hang around or chill with us
Northside they ain't gon' like us I don't care they gotta deal with us
Quick to tell a nigga hey, hey
We don't play, play
Got the stick up on the side that shit go bang, bang
Spinning shit like Beyblades
Baby drake I let it say things
If he play we change his face we spraying shit like it was spray paint
I'm just being honest I'm on top I gotta let them know
I don't rep a gang or nothing boy I rep 870
Niggas claim they really catching bodies but it's all for show
I don't give a fuck about them niggas cause they all some hoes
Demon time I'm on this bitch I'm bout to melt the microphone
If I make it imma get the cash and get us out this home
Young nigga been on the top I'm in the spot where I belong
If we not gon' talk about no money then I gotta go
Bullet cook a nigga brain leave it like tomato soup
Walking in this bitch I got my chain I'll leave the haters spooked
I don't give a fuck they cannot bother me I'm hater proof
Momma told me boy you stuck on top they cannot bang with you
They know I'm back up in this shit I cannot quit it all
I feel like Kobe bean up on the scene I'm finna ball
A nigga want a problem we gon' pop and let it off
We got robbed when I was six they try again we send them up
Niggas hating cause I'm different with it
Boy I get busy with it
Treat a fake nigga like it's math I do division with it
I'm like a wizard with it
They shooting shots they miss me with it
I know niggas mad as fuck cause they don't wanna see me winning

Lbc crew-no recognition(unreleased death row music)

jonathan940

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