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Drums N Shit

 

Drums N Shit

(album: The Eleven One Eleven Theory - 2011)


Yea, I been humble too long
Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war
Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor
And this is DC where the rich see the poor
Cause they right down the street

My chances were shallow somehow I'm so deep
My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet
Take Cee around town as if everything cheap
Shawty put it on me

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
Take you out kentland and show you a zoo
I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you I'm cool
Pathological lies even though I'm the truth

Ride through my city car black can't see out
If I get stopped copper pissed through the weed out
God know me and God love me so fuck y'all
Love bitches that love reading and love malls
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Yea, underrated like a muthafucka
Lightening, rain on this muthafucka
Writing, amazing with this muthafucka
I lay a16 they go crazy in this muthafucka

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way
No days Off and that's even on a snow day
Closed case I'm a muthafuckin g
Stunting 16 wearing something obscene Joe

Come see real niggas on my team
Though I know a couple niggas trynaa have my long jeans Joe
And that's Jay line I had to quote that
And I'm a black star that's word to Mos Def

Hate a lot of y'all don't gotta go in depth
Smoking on that loud kinda feel like I'm going deaf
I got rhymes for days nigga I'm cold
Y'all niggas can leave if my niggas a go

Y'all won't even breath if I tell them to go
My goal is going gold with out selling my soul
Why probe our ass
Why a black nigga take ass over class

Can't win with a passive attack
I ain't sold too many records cause the math was inaccurate
Bad bitches have us bag full of magnums
Y'all won't, but you know I'm kinda like Accra
That's the capital of Ghana for you idiots

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

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