GhettoNintendo
chill its a secret b
dawg i don't even know where to begin with this song
so many gems in this song
It’s rare I listen to nikkas who never been in my position
A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions
Let me school you in hood business
Seen a lotta nikkas blow
Lotta dreams folded
Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated
Remember spray painting the word Fresh and then staring at it
Older folks angry, pointing, swearing at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Mclaren past it
I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he gonna cock it and pop it
His waistband big
But he don’t have that thing in him
Slanging just ain’t in him
Body language is off, he’s soft
But soft nikkas all a sudden start dumping, fronting
Cause he feel a way
My nikkas say the eyes is a giveaway
One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet nikka looking
Laying with the milli
Who that over there, creeping
you just said get these elderly men outta hip hop b. you a walking contradiction. and yes, im stalking yo bytch azz so i can catch you slippin.
shyt like this is why Nas is my favorite rapper.
