Rather Be
I'm feelin alone Royal Rumble
On the edge 360 frontal
She making it bounce
I ain't gon fumble
Im from Brooklyn straight out the jungle
Nigga this real rap this ain't no mumble
Talkin my sh*t now fuck being humble
Nigga don't trip don't stumble
When i catch up n*gga crumble
Likee
Playin the field it could get trechachorus
He said what - shit is irrelevant
Money rollin call it a settlement
Little smooch cannot get to us
Stretchin the bands like elastic
She natural don't do the plastic
Got morals but keepin classy
She a lil baddie no matter fashion
Said damn you destined for greatness
You a superstar can't put you on the waitlist
A n*gga like me can't fake sh*t
Ima keep it real we stamped we sanctioned
Came in game and kicked down the door
Puttin up numbers like Morant ima score
Put my niggas in the right position
Now they tuned in like monthly subscriptions
I'm feelin alone Royal Rumble
On the edge 360 frontal
She making it bounce
I ain't gon fumble
Im from Brooklyn straight out the jungle
Nigga this real rap this ain't no mumble
Talkin my shit now fuck being humble
Nigga don't trip don't stumble
When i catch up nigga crumble
Likee
This a Jersey beat with a New York twist, past the chop I got your assist
2-3 Zone we gon win this chip, no cap we really the shit
BB belts and expensive fits, we sturdy we like to get lit
Posted in Brooklyn with my Wics!
Whole gang lit nigga suck my dick
Nigga I'm a problem
When I'm with the gang shit just get worse a nigga just turn to a goblin
Don't know what it is a nigga feel different when gang is together just mobbin
She gettin real Neaky the bitch movin freaky my number one eater she slobbin
Puffin his chest out now he got mommy on the sidewalk sittin there lookin sad sobbin
It can get ugly before it get cute
Your bitch is like Dora Imma give her the boot
Where is my map I'm the first one to shoot
Talkin real hot not the nigga is mute!
Workin real hard we done came too far
Shoot for the moon, aim for the stars
Niggas mad at us cuz we got bars
We shakin the industry coming for ours!
Im feelin alone Royal Rumble
On da edge 360 frontal
She making it bounce
I ain't gon fumble
Im from Brooklyn straight out the jungle
Nigga this real rap this ain't no mumble
Talkin my shit now fuck being humble
Nigga don't trip don't stumble
When i catch up nigga crumble
On the edge 360 frontal
She making it bounce
I ain't gon fumble
Im from Brooklyn straight out the jungle
Nigga this real rap this ain't no mumble
Talkin my sh*t now fuck being humble
Nigga don't trip don't stumble
When i catch up n*gga crumble
Likee
Playin the field it could get trechachorus
He said what - shit is irrelevant
Money rollin call it a settlement
Little smooch cannot get to us
Stretchin the bands like elastic
She natural don't do the plastic
Got morals but keepin classy
She a lil baddie no matter fashion
Said damn you destined for greatness
You a superstar can't put you on the waitlist
A n*gga like me can't fake sh*t
Ima keep it real we stamped we sanctioned
Came in game and kicked down the door
Puttin up numbers like Morant ima score
Put my niggas in the right position
Now they tuned in like monthly subscriptions
I'm feelin alone Royal Rumble
On the edge 360 frontal
She making it bounce
I ain't gon fumble
Im from Brooklyn straight out the jungle
Nigga this real rap this ain't no mumble
Talkin my shit now fuck being humble
Nigga don't trip don't stumble
When i catch up nigga crumble
Likee
This a Jersey beat with a New York twist, past the chop I got your assist
2-3 Zone we gon win this chip, no cap we really the shit
BB belts and expensive fits, we sturdy we like to get lit
Posted in Brooklyn with my Wics!
Whole gang lit nigga suck my dick
Nigga I'm a problem
When I'm with the gang shit just get worse a nigga just turn to a goblin
Don't know what it is a nigga feel different when gang is together just mobbin
She gettin real Neaky the bitch movin freaky my number one eater she slobbin
Puffin his chest out now he got mommy on the sidewalk sittin there lookin sad sobbin
It can get ugly before it get cute
Your bitch is like Dora Imma give her the boot
Where is my map I'm the first one to shoot
Talkin real hot not the nigga is mute!
Workin real hard we done came too far
Shoot for the moon, aim for the stars
Niggas mad at us cuz we got bars
We shakin the industry coming for ours!
Im feelin alone Royal Rumble
On da edge 360 frontal
She making it bounce
I ain't gon fumble
Im from Brooklyn straight out the jungle
Nigga this real rap this ain't no mumble
Talkin my shit now fuck being humble
Nigga don't trip don't stumble
When i catch up nigga crumble
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Writer(s): Romario Mcdowell
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