Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just for Decoration, artist - Gangrene. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Just for Decoration |
| Yo, yo |
| Uh, uh, yo, yo |
| My pops drove a Jetta with broken power windows |
| When he finally let them shits down, I feel the wind blow |
| They had jokes on Chuck like back when he was little |
| Bitches whispered to my girl like «Baby, why you with him?» |
| If I had a penny for every every Mark Henry |
| Or if I had a dub, for times they call me Faizon Love |
| But I ain’t phased by thugs or people that’s cool |
| Charles finally in charge and he breaking the rules |
| They riot in my hood, dusty niggas up to no good |
| Still turnstile hoppin' tryna hold on the profit |
| Reaping the benefits getting head playing genesis |
| You niggas ain’t full, they frontin' like they just ate |
| It’s a sample genocide when I ride on your record crate |
| Had to go ghost like Ricky Lake show |
| So I could just focus, show niggas a flow |
| Ask me if I want fifty, tell them give me fifty more |
| Don’t try to play me nigga, we out here getting dough |
| I got way more beats than I got rhymes |
| Them niggas got way more bullets than you got, slime |
| Don’t let it hurt your pride |
| Some niggas they was born to ride |
| Bonafide dealers that deal |
| My nigga here’s the deal |
| I need way more than a fucking 3.5 |
| Im headed out to Van Nuys need to lower my eyes |
| Told 'em never ever fuck with Che |
| My nigga one more point, I scored for the hood today |
| Just for decorations |
| That’s it and that’s all, man |
| We do it for decorations |
| I’m in a GMC truck cruising |
| When I rap, blow a vessel need a blood transfusion |
| like a conductor when I keep hands moving |
| Don’t spill on the stage til I see hands moving |
| Crowd surfing in a river boat |
| You softer than the skin below the chicken’s throat (Real flappy) |
| I fold a rapper like a prison note |
| It’s tradition, open the over with mittens, I got the kitchen |
| Very heavy ignorant leather armor |
| That I’m draped in, taking a vacation |
| Dripped out and drapes down, straight out of the basement |
| Can’t teach old dogs new tricks |
| But old tricks on a new bitch is easy as shit, sit |
| Takes one to know one director |
| It also takes one to know one of the extras |
| I used to want to take over the lecture |
| Now I just wanna take over projectors |
| Am I being maybe over objective |
| Just to get another rep step collected |
| Just to get another check, it’s separate |
| The math metric, collecting |
| I don’t understand, you see |
| tell the truth |
| Cold chilling like I’m in the juice crew |
| Smooth as a coop cruise |
| Married to the game |
| Celebrated graduated new school |
| Ain’t worried bout the |
| I’m all about the truth y’all ain’t used to |
| My fist gets you hits like YouTube |
| Spit my scro’s loose, shitting nails on the moon roof |
| A dentist pulled the gold from the road |
| Stop me, you killing me |
| You gon' bring the ill out of me |
| Even David Blaine out the ice box couldn’t chill with me |
| Literally, give him the boot like Italy (Kicked him out) |
| Mad cause your shorty feeling me |
| And it seems I have the unlimited abilities built in me |
| Built to be as tall as a building while I’m building these blocks |
| monster toss you a thought |
| Practice a little mal-practice before I get caught |
| No! |