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damez – redan rd كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: damez]
(yeah) bills late or bills paid, i’m still a go getter
before a n_gga come for me, he better know better
place any n_gga next to me i bet they won’t measure
you know how big damez coming, no flaw, no error
been through some bad weather but i won’t fold ever
so fine, so clever, ain’t another n_gga rarer
and life done went and made me a f_ckin’ diamond from the pressure
got money on the drеsser, b_tch i switched out the komprеssor
and if you get to playing then you better know the game
b_tch it’s motherf_cking damez, the world gonna know the name
ima poet, ima soldier, i got wars on my resume
rollin’ in my youth and i’m still rollin’ in my present day
working for the seventh day, b_tch i don’t get no days off
dropping all these plays off, i can’t wait ’til this sh_t pays off
this music never left my side
when it’s no one else, bet the beat gone ride
i gotta go harder when the pressure’s applied
if all else fails, just tell ’em i tried
got my foot on the pedal and i’m pushing the gas
smoking too much and i’m living too fast
but if sh_t get bad and i’m on my last?
bet i’ll have my pen and i’m bringing my pad
shoutout my eastside n_ggas still dreaming
n_ggas say they loyal but they don’t know the meaning
outta my sp_ce, get ‘em outta my orbit
cost me my peace? then i can’t afford it, n_gga
[verse 2: bakari b.]
eastside the legends, redan birthing stars
you know it’s the hood when you see the red car
running this sh_t from mainstreet to martin
we hearing you talking, we know we go hard
thinking sh_t sweet when you coming around
scheming on folks, you thinking we neighbors
kick in yo door, run in yo spot
“gimme the loot!” you know we the raiders
cracka’s the klan, the back door they knocking me
f_ck is you talking ‘bout? nothing is stopping me
dodging the gun, dodging the law, ms. boger be tripping i feel like she clocking me
lost in high school, they teaching us wealth
they saw what in me i couldn’t see in myself
pride in the way, i don’t need no help, moving in stealth
what you know about black mob and da fam and them?
f_cking you up and yo man’s and them
hooking in murfield or catch you at stonecrest
d_mn, they talking ‘bout blaming ’em
da juice in this b_tch and you know i’m the man
we come from survival, the f_ck is the plan?
we come from the hood and you don’t understand
we do this for ryo and thurst and lil nan’
hotlanta, yeah we came from the heat
mmm, some of us came from the streets
mmm, d_mn, you lying on wax? yeah, mmm, where yo receipts?
real redan, we created these keys
moving in packs, we don’t f_ck with no sheep
pop_pop_pop, we’ll dead this beef
but everybody tired of singing r.i.p
juice
[damone tyrell]
yeah, you know what it is n_gga, eastside sh_t
from buffalo all the way back to stone mountain
aye damez what up? yeah, it’s heavy

[verse 3: damone tyrell]
new elevation i’m on some sh_t n_ggas got confused
don’t misuse my pen game just to go out and pop the tool
chip on my shoulder, i hold the weight of a boulder
and i would be out my career if i had stuck to your quota
they hate the younger me but since a n_gga got older
i traveled far to the dark side while i stayed on my yoda
n_ggas ain’t never give me my props so i grew colder
and now i’m in this game looking at n_ggas like “i told ya”
i’m locking em up, n_ggas been clenching they jaws
but they just been popping too much, still not enough
please don’t be calling my phone yapping irrelevant stuff
n_ggas been saying that they down to ride
sorry to say they don’t peddle enough
b_tches be saying they p_ssy numb pain but just like ya mouth, ya medicine sucks
i been away from the a, used to be my second home
friends and my family always be blowing me up, they just won’t leave me alone
stadium couldn’t hold none of my thoughts f_ck around i’d prolly shatter the dome
funny how every time i would veer outta my lane, redan was always the road, i stuck to the code

[champ santiago]
yeah, shoutout my n_gga damez
sent me some real playa sh_t, real eastside sh_t, cloth talk
certain n_ggas of a only type of fabric will understand
[verse 4: champ santiago]
i go to sleep, then i wake up in the morning, i know it’s a bag waiting
$40 on 3, keep the receipt, pull up on me at the gas station
keeping it g, playa lowkey, and you know i’m in the back waiting
i’m from a street you better not stop at
we got it poppin’ cause they took the projects
one big trap department store, what she need? cop that & more
the same n_gga from way before, now see me its on the tours
h_lla bad women from wall to wall, my main one hotter than a molotov
put this heat in dialogue, read these beats like monologue
come pick me up at my lowest, reaching me right at my highest
f_ck it you gotta stay focused, you know this game get biased
i peace it up with the soldiers, only shake up with the riders
i do this sh_t for the culture, could give a f_ck about some comments

[outro]
(yeah) redan rd n_gga
real eastside sh_t
yeah

- damez

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