RMTB ft. Kwu Lyrics

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We fondling glocks

This magazines not Rolling Stones

Like trundling rocks

Knee deep in that dope game

Was running amok

Blade forged off coke stain

Was cutting that rock

If my arms got enough range

I'm hugging the block

Brodie brought some more strains

Turn this shit up a notch

Now everybody skipping

Like we playing double dutch

Getting lost in trap music

I been way of touch

I hit the dab, dance clueless

I was faking that mosh

Wait a minute

Hit the brake and the clutch

Nah, surpass the speed limit

Son we live for the rush

I did observe the code red

Enthusiastic about the outcome

So shit wasn't instinctively

Phasing my Guts

So I ventured as such

Niggas imposters

Wet floor slippery

Slithering cobras

Nah you not gripping no contra

You not George of the jungle

You really is Ursula

No sexist take

But make sure them blings fake

For that necklace sake

No sexist take

But make sure them blings fake

For that necklace sake

I seen it different in the trenches

Have nots had it rough

Wash wizards capital crimes

We magically ducked

Times we had sleep for dinner

Tasted better than lunch

Other times your jawns walls

All we could rustle up

You spend a dub on a bust

And good rocks growing on walls Not often enough

It's Diamond or some stalagcite

Challenge for em crypt keepers

Small squabbles street fights

Settled by em street sweepers

If we lift our arms tonight

Enemies gone meet jesus

Posted like a poltergeist

On the corner sparking reefers

No photographs to be taken

Displaying paraphernalia

No guns to the cams

And no bricks held to your ears

Cause real niggas know

If they took a second to ponder

Only sound in the key is life

It's word to stevie wonder