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Rocky Balboa

 

Rocky Balboa


I don't like you rap dudes, most of y'all cocky
I be tryna chill but inside this is not me
Been wanting to shit on y'all, now y'all better watch me
Worst part about it, Kay Slay ain't here to stop me
Nowadays I'm feeling like Rocky Balboa
Foul odor, that's another body (talk to 'em)
The nicest in Brooklyn since I was a shorty with skills
Once I locked Bed Stuy down it brought me the veil
Niggas say I never fed 'em but they story is ill
'Cause every time we went to eat the waitress brought me the bill
I been so faithful to the streets that it cost me a deal
The loyalty is in my blood so they want me to spill
I called my homie up, he known to get naughty with steel
I called to check up on him but he hung up on me and peeled
He told me, "You ain't gotta call me, just keep on getting deals
Only call me if it's a nigga you want me to kill"
I told him I on destroy, the gods told me to build
Am I supposed to be alarmed, that's how you want me to feel?
You Instagramers corny, just chill, just because
You saw it on his reel and his story don't mean his story is real (damn)
I ain't your top five, you should stop, son
To me an opinion is like a weed strain, everybody got one
You keep saying you a gangster but that's just a lie, son
I'll tell you something about a gangster, everybody not one
Ride or you die, they just want you to die
You ain't never have a choice, it ain't what you decide
I don't play with none of you guys, why would I wanna smoke
Your dead homies, when I could smoke the ones who alive? (Damn)
I heard you call me a motherfucker, that wasn't clever, jerk
I ain't never fuck your mother so you should never curse
Everybody always saying they in the metaverse
I just introduced you to bars, you never met a verse

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