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stik figa - the book of chad كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
why are you so mad? it just seem like you real angry
you know why? i’m mad because er’body on these records lying
[…]

(verse)
see, shawty ask yo be county
just might be where you round me
yeah, they doubt me and climb me
overlooking, don’t grind me
keep them suckas around me
i’m just out for the bounty
plan to take what i want
not just what lay allow me
i got my eyes on the outtie
wood shaw wood on the wheel
ain’t got no itch on the seat
why do yo wood be fo’ real?
might have coughed out yo nieshe
so see, i’m good on the deal
release my freedom of speech
haters just look and conceal
like he got this and got that
he got all that i have
just a few months ago i was loosin’ my dad
open heart soldiery
had a triple bip-ss
in time he could have been gone
it ain’t no callin’ him back
so boy, you keep to yo self
cause i ain’t seekin’ no help
see, his family and this music all a n-gg- got left
and i can’t be sellin’ them out
for a bigga car or a house
you keep that skrill in yo pocket
cause i been dealin’ with doubt, you b-tches

(verse)
i’d rather please you than tease you
please don’t make me decease you
well then, instead of having you dead
i’d rather lyrically beat you
maybe then i might teach you
all that hatin’ won’t feed you
see, you ain’t sell no records, you hardly movin’ a needle
i hope i’m bruisin’ yo ego
i hope i’m hurtin’ yo feelings
can’t stand like a man and look in the eyes of your cheerin’
just know i ain’t like the playdrops removin’ the ceiling
when i plan on makin’ the kill, i plan on makin’ the killin’
i hear this, i hear that, i hear lies in yo rap
but how you be in yo trap, and how you hood’s how i rap
but i know none of that’s that, you fabricated yo past
the last time i heard shaw unreal play like gangster black
adversaries, i flat on, fat pockets, i fat on
gold and silver might be nearer, but we plannin’ on platinum
you pinchin’ up on the strip, you know what it is
stik don’ do, and that ain’t di, but that ain’t mean i ain’t do
you b-tches

(verse)
you see, back in the day, i was rappin’ the same
rap and attack, put the track on the table
attachin’ the paint i was happy to scr-pe
half of the scratch for the cats with the yay
it’s faster than mac, i’ll attack you like spray
your lies are a spat and the laugh of the game
that to the pace of the rats in the race
gonna have me some thangs and have me some rings
grab, but i can’t put the mask on my face
bands get praised and i’m left with the hate
trapped in the base, but i’d rather debate
they hack each shack with a edgy grenade
i’m back in the lab, gonna p-ss my grade
?
had to betray what i had to betray
h, gonna dash inthe game
when back in the day i was captain of the lane
the cats and the planes never asked for fame
go at every chance that i had in my brain x2
i do my thang like
(peace out and ride like a plane)
(if it’s to the sea, to the top)

- stik figa

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