R.N.O.
Ka-Flame Speaks
Ain't no muthafucking
Cap in my raps, like I wrote it all, in lower case
Headed to the top, but you hos, don't even know the place
Ducking from the fame, so them lames, never know the face
In this land, where it's no escape
Highway from hell, though it feels, like I'm hitch hiking
Hating nigga's hate me but, I'm the one yo bitch liking
Me against the world, got a nigga fist fighting
Lyrics, make them fear it, when they hear it, this some sick writing
Another ritual, I've wrote with the pen
Got them haters taking notes, cause I'm focused again
Will we ever be free, you never know, it depends
Can't tell yo foes, from yo friends, we never know, in the end
Ya acting hard with ya flows, know them ho's, gone pretend
When them feds taking photo's, with that scope, with the lens
Doing take after take, so my vocals, can blend
When I'm finished with this song, I gotta load up again, I've been
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with my flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
(This for who?) This for real niggas only
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with the flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
This for real niggas only
Gotta stay strapped, learned that from my uncle Tony
Surrounded by them snakes, surrounded by them phonies
Gotta watch ya girlfriend, gotta watch ya homies
Head on a swivel, something I suggest strongly
Defining moments, swear I need me, a rhyming bonus
Veered off a whole year, but this time, I'm on it
I'm on go, hit the road, make the traffic stop
From that southside, know them guys, packing Glocks
The one they fear, another tier, I make them disappear
Might not see it in my pictures, but that pistol near
Listen here, road to riches, I'm just trying to steer
Shinning bright, through the night, just don't hit no deer
Money mission, got the vision, so this time, it's clear
Billion dollar contract, they tell me, sign it here
Anything less, I suggest, you go and fuck yourself
29 years, you don't feel, how I fucking felt
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with my flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
(This for who?) This for real niggas only
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with the flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
This for real niggas only
Ain't no muthafucking
Cap in my raps, like I wrote it all, in lower case
Headed to the top, but you hos, don't even know the place
Ducking from the fame, so them lames, never know the face
In this land, where it's no escape
Highway from hell, though it feels, like I'm hitch hiking
Hating nigga's hate me but, I'm the one yo bitch liking
Me against the world, got a nigga fist fighting
Lyrics, make them fear it, when they hear it, this some sick writing
Another ritual, I've wrote with the pen
Got them haters taking notes, cause I'm focused again
Will we ever be free, you never know, it depends
Can't tell yo foes, from yo friends, we never know, in the end
Ya acting hard with ya flows, know them ho's, gone pretend
When them feds taking photo's, with that scope, with the lens
Doing take after take, so my vocals, can blend
When I'm finished with this song, I gotta load up again, I've been
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with my flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
(This for who?) This for real niggas only
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with the flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
This for real niggas only
Gotta stay strapped, learned that from my uncle Tony
Surrounded by them snakes, surrounded by them phonies
Gotta watch ya girlfriend, gotta watch ya homies
Head on a swivel, something I suggest strongly
Defining moments, swear I need me, a rhyming bonus
Veered off a whole year, but this time, I'm on it
I'm on go, hit the road, make the traffic stop
From that southside, know them guys, packing Glocks
The one they fear, another tier, I make them disappear
Might not see it in my pictures, but that pistol near
Listen here, road to riches, I'm just trying to steer
Shinning bright, through the night, just don't hit no deer
Money mission, got the vision, so this time, it's clear
Billion dollar contract, they tell me, sign it here
Anything less, I suggest, you go and fuck yourself
29 years, you don't feel, how I fucking felt
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with my flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
(This for who?) This for real niggas only
Sticking to the code, know a young nigga zoning
Killing with the flows, even though, they can't condone it
Here to let them know, this for real nigga's only
This for real niggas only
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Octavious Parker
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