Where Dem Barz At
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Is it considered to fear
If I'm willing to face it
Niggas be hating on my dreams
Like they the ones that had to chase it
Born in the struggle
Dodging bullets and bracelets
It's hard to keep your head up
Call the doc for a facelift
Bitch I kill beats
Have em making the news
Bobby Blue Bland
Your favorite rapper singing the blues
Hey yo their flows constipated
Dem niggas ain't shit
Get dressed and go to school bitch
You niggas ain't sick
I sucked at baseball
But I was damn good with the pitch
Got pinched ain't snitch
I'm allergic to ditch
Fuck what's hot now yeah
I'm just trying to do me
I merk thirty barz in a row
You niggas praying for three
They talking bout who next
Truth playing for keeps
Album coming late summer
Niggas praying it leaks
Hell yeah I'm just trying do it get big
Even though I know it's dope
I still slang it to your kids
I was broke back Fat Pat had em body rockin
Now my money getting long
I'm fresh as hell dem feds watching
Hairstylist wit the clip queso with the drip
Mandingo to your bitch
Bruce Wayne with the whip
Bumping Ol Dirty Bastard for memory sake
I keep something in the trunk
To make your memory shake
I don't need no clock
It's always crunch time
Truth bout to eat like fat kids at lunch time
I never take an L I treat the shit as a sin
I'm on my Hatty McDaniels
I'm gone with the wind
The silly hillbilly rappers only do it for bucks
Like Ike punched me in the stomach
My shit came from the gut
I do it for my thoroughbreds
I don't fuck with to mutts
I don't give a fuck if you fam
You don't ball hard then you cut
My bars my money my motivation that's what's up
Remember Sherman
No matter what you gots to strut
I hustled alone for years nigga get that clear
It's funny you get money
Now they friends now they appear
I don't need a peer
I need a beer Dutch and a bag
Im hot burn yourself trying to touch my swag
Third degree
I'm purging on these got damn beats
Truth don't sleep
Im strong nigga sleep for the weak
Underrated
But that's the shit that keep me motivated
I'm a sole survivor
Know my haters sure hate it
I'm a beast on the streets yeah
Naughty by nature
Nigga say that they some thugs
But their prints ain't on paper
Trying to take my empire
Higher than sky scrapers
Money make the world go round and round
Im the chaser
You rolling with some frosty nigga
You know they flaking
Chiropractors grinning they know that I'm back breaking
My teachers disappointed they know that I'm still dumbing
Rappers mad they know the end of their careers coming
If the beats still bumping I'm keeping that bitch jumping
My nigga what you did was a flick
The Truth thumping
Boy I'm grinding
I don't believe in Hocus Pocus
It's a passion
Loose passion you loose focus
Truth a beat a mic that's a ménage
You out spit me that's a mirage
I wanna ball till they like ya house?
And I'm like nah the garage
So you think you can outspit me?
Like X say get at me dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barzat
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barzat
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Is it considered to fear
If I'm willing to face it
Niggas be hating on my dreams
Like they the ones that had to chase it
Born in the struggle
Dodging bullets and bracelets
It's hard to keep your head up
Call the doc for a facelift
Bitch I kill beats
Have em making the news
Bobby Blue Bland
Your favorite rapper singing the blues
Hey yo their flows constipated
Dem niggas ain't shit
Get dressed and go to school bitch
You niggas ain't sick
I sucked at baseball
But I was damn good with the pitch
Got pinched ain't snitch
I'm allergic to ditch
Fuck what's hot now yeah
I'm just trying to do me
I merk thirty barz in a row
You niggas praying for three
They talking bout who next
Truth playing for keeps
Album coming late summer
Niggas praying it leaks
Hell yeah I'm just trying do it get big
Even though I know it's dope
I still slang it to your kids
I was broke back Fat Pat had em body rockin
Now my money getting long
I'm fresh as hell dem feds watching
Hairstylist wit the clip queso with the drip
Mandingo to your bitch
Bruce Wayne with the whip
Bumping Ol Dirty Bastard for memory sake
I keep something in the trunk
To make your memory shake
I don't need no clock
It's always crunch time
Truth bout to eat like fat kids at lunch time
I never take an L I treat the shit as a sin
I'm on my Hatty McDaniels
I'm gone with the wind
The silly hillbilly rappers only do it for bucks
Like Ike punched me in the stomach
My shit came from the gut
I do it for my thoroughbreds
I don't fuck with to mutts
I don't give a fuck if you fam
You don't ball hard then you cut
My bars my money my motivation that's what's up
Remember Sherman
No matter what you gots to strut
I hustled alone for years nigga get that clear
It's funny you get money
Now they friends now they appear
I don't need a peer
I need a beer Dutch and a bag
Im hot burn yourself trying to touch my swag
Third degree
I'm purging on these got damn beats
Truth don't sleep
Im strong nigga sleep for the weak
Underrated
But that's the shit that keep me motivated
I'm a sole survivor
Know my haters sure hate it
I'm a beast on the streets yeah
Naughty by nature
Nigga say that they some thugs
But their prints ain't on paper
Trying to take my empire
Higher than sky scrapers
Money make the world go round and round
Im the chaser
You rolling with some frosty nigga
You know they flaking
Chiropractors grinning they know that I'm back breaking
My teachers disappointed they know that I'm still dumbing
Rappers mad they know the end of their careers coming
If the beats still bumping I'm keeping that bitch jumping
My nigga what you did was a flick
The Truth thumping
Boy I'm grinding
I don't believe in Hocus Pocus
It's a passion
Loose passion you loose focus
Truth a beat a mic that's a ménage
You out spit me that's a mirage
I wanna ball till they like ya house?
And I'm like nah the garage
So you think you can outspit me?
Like X say get at me dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barzat
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barzat
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
Where dem barz at
They right here dog
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