[Fish Scales] yeah [R. Prophit] Awwwww [Fish Scales] Wassup [R. Prophit] yes'sa [Fish Scales] You know dat [R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point [Fish Scales] Fish Scales and R. Prophit, Game Point, Wassup?
[Chours - R. Prophit] See I don't care what them people say And I blow tress and just grind all day See I truley know dat my hustles gone pay So you best be on yo wayyyy
[Episode] Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame Cause rhymes that I hit cha wit, It'll prolly crack ya frame Wether you a city black male, it's all da same
[Fish Scales] I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag full a cookies A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy Got my cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block And dis white girl too, so she ain't stoppin fo da cops
[Chours 1x]
[Fish Scales] But once again I gots to lay down da law (Yo) Cause niggas lookin at me like my hustle gotta fall Bitch you ain't never seen a Sunbird on some 18's, lookin so clean When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream But now I'm 25 and all I want is bubbled eyes Come threw wit a big body wit double tires, it's gettin hard I know y'all don't wanna hate me, but it's to hard, I'm good folks it's simple, like all my niggas get drinks and get smokes and keep dope
[Episode] Outside, niggas with techniques and young preists shakin fakin something, life in da beach ain't nuttin sweet Concerned with a navigator, illest nigga on beats Them scales to alagator, PHD in da street G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash We move make, bend rules and law break Ain't no escape, impliment ya plan, make it work Cause I'ma stack till my old ass is in da dirt
[Chours 2x]
[R. Prophit] I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my life Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside Tried to be, find somebody believe in dis here Most people they fear, black male rap fo real I majored dis year, like Damon Waynes on top of his game Never leavin da game, it's Prophit boy on top of ya brain Fumblin blunts, sometimes stumblin drunk Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks Nappy hit pumps, and Game Point lights ya junts No time fo stunts, my people been hungry fo months You know me dawg, always gotta keep it raw Speakin real life shit off dat alchol
[Chours 2X]
[Talking] It's over now Hey what up my nigga? They talkin bout us man? man fuck these hoes Burn it down, fo real I ain't in dat shit Man, fuck them niggas man Always Underground fo life underground forever Lets get these niggas Game Point Nappy
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