| Yeah
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| Real nigga all day, every day, nigga
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| Griselda
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| Its funny how the same people that diss you be niggas you a idol to
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| Like how you gon' hate on a nigga that inspired you
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| I’m not replying to little niggas that I’m a giant to (Not at all)
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| Before you rap about a brick nigga buy a few (Hahaha)
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| I eat a beat up, tell em to pull a beat up
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| I beat up beats half sleep with my feet up
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| I sneak up creep with long heat, shoot your street up
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| You beyond sweet, you want beef nigga speak up! |
| (Speak up!)
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| I’m in Roofcriss having me a steak
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| Champagne full glasses full of grapes
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| My bitches say daddy you a great
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| Smoking gas in a cabin with a lake
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| Look, I do what you average niggas can’t
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| Basquiat flow, every verse a masterpiece I paint
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| Think you spit fire, come and look the dragon in the face boy! |
| (What's good)
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| I’m really bout that action in the way that I can get a greenlight
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| It’ll be a massacre a day boy (Greenlight nigga)
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| I shoot the ruger remove your wig
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| You talking tough on computers like you a shooter
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| Ya’ll niggas fucking with any niggas that yall think do it big (For real)
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| I’m saying fuck everybody I don’t care who it is
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| And West rolling up the OG pack
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| Tch, I see these niggas want the old me back
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| They say my name in their verses but I don’t react
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| Flip over my boy I got Kobe stacks
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| Not only that, shit you know me scrap
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| You get out of pocket boy you know you gon' be clapped
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| The flow be crack
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| Remind you of the OG Rap
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| My respect homie you owe me that
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| Tables usually turn
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| Seems like it was yesterday they was kissing on 106
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| Now Wayne suing Bird. |
| (Hahaha!)
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| Damn, I got a way with using words
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| I’m waiting to use this K with me to lay you on the curb (Brrt)
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| Wack a nigga I ain’t tatt a tear
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| My dawg throwing up the product like a Cavalier (K)
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| Every where I go I gotta keep a ratchet near
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| Eastside Buffalo, where life don’t matter here
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| The city need hope
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| I’m with your first lady in the presidential suite I should get everybody vote
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| The shit that I find a joke, A bum nigga finally start getting a couple of
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| dollars now he calling everybody broke (Pssh)
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| No regular weed boy this ain’t what everybody smoke (Hah)
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| Life jacket flow bitch I kept everybody a float (Please believe that!)
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| It’s evident check the evidence
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| I set presidents, a few niggas gained relevance from it
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| Fuck it if ever its something whatever it’s nothing
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| That shit you yelling I love it, you see me winning nigga!
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| I know it hurt you like a shell in the stomach
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| As for my city though tell them I run it
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| I whipped up a tape for them niggas that’s talking, yeah I said I was coming
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| The ground shaking like herds of elephants running (Hahaha)
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| There’s levels to this shit, you know why I ran the shit since '05 that should
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| be telling you something
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| Well them niggas mention my name I don’t never discuss it
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| Cause it’s them same niggas that never did nothing when I address them in public
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| Fuck it, Ayo I really think them niggas jealous (Huh)
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| That’s why I talk shit just to ruffle them niggas' feathers
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| Said I throw shots on the internet, let them niggas tell it
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| But if I throw shots at a nigga, they don’t live to tell it
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| Machine, bitch
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| (I throw shots at a nigga, they don’t live to tell it) Gone
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| Griselda, by Fashion Rebels |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Schemin, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song 50 Round Drum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп