Wesley Snipes - song lyrics
Started making dough, on one week
Before, I use to drill man to toast
You pitched it, you boast
I'm on Griping, a liftin an left it, on road
No story need ever be told
Rare was my dream, now that I'm back
Im bossy. I'm feeling a throne
I did do
Road on my own
Beat corn
All on, my own
But Also
Beat off wid, clappa
We was flagged
In mannor
Flys in da ally's they, saw us
Slapping and poking em open
Now that I'm back
Let me think
SHIT DEN!!!
Look what we did!
We was tuggie
You were bummy
There ships always sink
Oh, your feeling ma coat
Holding your last real problem
They was tall, I was short
They was big, I was small
But any sucker will fall
Forever rare be the rule
Ive jumped out vans in 09
Twenty twelve found ma grind
No cap means
If I'm lying I'm dying (lol)
Now that I'm back, look
We're broke
Pocca's owed to the system
I did time was ridiculous
Bare guv fights For respect
I Poked up guys Fished in lines
Visits!
Plugged up couple zeds
Back to da wing now
What's next?
Spice had em sheets
For em fiends
I came home flexing ma theme
Back too ally's I'm holding
It ain't the feds, I'm provoking
Tryna cash in on off the streets
I cause, kaos
I cause, havoc
But know im the Prince of da streets
But know say
They all want me to leave
Songs and raps I'm now I'm holding
I shived man. main road, bait tings,
Ask Maggs.
Shiv did look like a pole ting
Nettleton road were ma home is
MONSON BLOOD's I was there.
Team was lit but none LIKE RARE
I was learning, I weren't earning
Daily rides, Wesley snides.
All them clothes there
I was burning MONSON learner
To da scout.
Bare little yute's there they weren't bout shit
If I trained you I won't doubt you
On these roads.
Everyday
RARE 8 EEN
Now I'm home it's my way.
RARE EYY YEAHHH
YEAH YAY
RARE RARE
RARE RARE
RAREEEE RARE
RARE EYY YEAHHH
YEAH YAY
RARE RARE
RARE RARE RAREEEE RARE
{TRUST ME}
RARE EEYY YEAHHH
YEAH YAY
RARE RARE
RARE RARE
RAREEEE RARE RAE
RAREEEYYYEAHHH
YEAH YAY
RARE RARE
RARE RARE
RAREEEE RARE RAE
{TRUST ME}
Was Tryna mash pee's. so I went OT
But Started with straps that popped
In the trap house get em cats out
I gotta fresh batch Due to dice an put on da block
All this drill hype, better feel mine
Now were back, It's touching season
I'll touch up this guy with no feelings
And touch up his boy If he's seen it
Check him and touch him again
No jogging I got him In lenses
Mind when fucking with friends
Next their fucking your skets
Like da government.
I'm plotting on dem, COVID locking the ends
Neesh. Capeesh!
My guys feast we share, hoes we beat.
Streets we leak are teeth but snake this guy
Your God you'll meet.
I grew up looking sweet,
But now I'm back I'm RAREEE
Forty fives will flare we got big mashes here
3 ma niggers claps, bam's and machine
3 up JAYjay, RED EYES took her Range Rover
RARES IT MA BREED AN MA DREAM,
IS TO TAKE OVER
Was up till late cutting shapes
Getting ready for da take over
RARE EYY YEAHHH
YEAH YAY
RARE RARE
RARE RARE
RAREEE EHH RAREE
Aye
RARE EHHH YEAHHH
JCEAZE ON THE BOTTONS RARE 8-EEN