Testo Young Rakeem - Cas Santos
Testo della canzone Young Rakeem (Cas Santos), tratta dall'album 508's Finest, Vol. 1
Mic check, mic check, mics I wreck
Better show respect or protect ya neck
Throw a dart at ya heart, you don't wanna start
A Genius to U God, your not very smart
The chamber of darkness, you don't wanna spark this
2024 We the new benchmark bitch
Taking all your money and sharing with my clan
Cause cash rules everything, that's my method man
This that Young Rakeem, 24 chamber extension
That multi-verse, rap from a higher dimension
Gods breath and Ibiza, My reefer laced with ether
Turn a racist atheist, into a believer
Taking off if you dissing, like an outer space mission
We're parsecs ahead of my closest competition
My Dark Saint Clan, like my Wu-tang squad
If you claim to be the man, than i must be a god
Speak my words into existence, the sun moon and stars
And on the 8th day I said let there be bars
For a little bit of shine, son selling his soul
I put pressure on stars and create a black hole
Got it out the mud so don't fuck with my papers
I stand on business like snoop in the vapors
Not the one to mess wit, talent I've been blessed wit
Cash rules everything but I am the investment
I'm a walking business, your girl tryna rizz this
I'm not tryna diss miss, but I gotta dismiss
If you wanna diss this cause I'm on her wish list
I'm lighting up your block up like we setting up for Christmas
Born in a manger, your lord and your savior
There danger in my chamber, I'm judging your behavior
I'm sitting back thinking about the cream that we gone stack
With the homies spitting crack on this dark Saint track
I'm smokin' pack, that GG4 I want them racks
When my niggas mob shit you can't get your bitch back
Got her hands in my pants, yeah i like to eat cat
Chillin' on your sofa when I broke ya bitch back
It's that old school beat with the new flavor rap
Had her titties in my mouth, shorty leaking flood me out
It's a drought, and i ain't even in it for the clout
I been out her getting money so I'm going where it takes me
Counting up these racks while your bitch talking crazy
Said she wanna fuck so i said 'is she gone pay me?'
Hate these pussy niggas cause they always moving shady
It's Shy DTB, yes I'm repping MMV
Quick to take your bitch, you could never pull a me
Chillin' in the south flipping dope in the streets
Watch cause I'm black cops lurking by the beach
Fuckin' on your bitch, know that she belong to me
It's 2 o'clock we getting bent on the block
Bottle tray of Clase with no intention to stop
He come the cops, fuck, I tuck the shrooms in the sock
That's how we do, we keep it cool, don't want no cruisers to stop
Hit the casino with a g note on black of the rip
Smack that shit, then double down the 5 and the 6
It's like there's nothing in the way, I run to puff another J
Butter up the 'tender, tell her get the girls some bubbly
I'm tryna live that life like a Kennedy
But keep my mind intact when they remember me
I keep my friends real close, more so my enemies
And if i see their ghost I'm pouring out some Hennessy
It's nothing but that boss shit, rich and divorced shit
Spend it 'till we nauseous, the dookie baby, horse shit
So if you see your boy holla, man, say hello
We going up, cause we ain't tryna stay below
With the pen, men ship through skies
Cursive drift around protostars, written scriptures inspired
Sales sunk, can't swim, no gems to bring them dead oar alive
Only to witness some greatness, they see this wave on rise
Bring it back to the boom bap, before cool was known rats
Speak open bars on phone taps, they been facade, no cap
The gun hit classics, when the strong arm steady
Extended clip, hold 26, bloom rose a felt, no Teddy
We live through hell for dead prezi, like Tommy dealt with the Belly
Head strong on Sincere, we hold on to that loyalty heavy
You bring the noise, I'm gon empty, Devon Miles, I line the drums, they ain't ready
Actions speak louder, get to the booping, go Betty
Ball point hitting, Said I aim for precision
Green beam danger, blue Benji Lasix the vision
No salt, hot slugs melting, and it fits your description
Said I'm out of this world, you better get with the system
Ayo, I'm kicking shit like Tekken, using lyrics as a weapon
Can't trust a soul 'cause snakes out here disguised as your bredren
Gotta keep the grass low, so the fakes all show
'Cause without water and energy, they plan won't grow
10 steps ahead, AK by the bed
To blast at you fools tryna bet it all on red
Man I'm sick in the head, and tired of all the cap
Better get a 9-5, cuz your sorry ass can't rap
Straight spittin' that venom, every word will offend em
Rip up your whole career like the holes in my denim
Stack my bread everyday, I ain't tryna share the loaf
Wouldn't even throw a penny just to keep yo ass afloat
Go and get it by yourself, fuck the party and bullshit
An I ain't here to preach, you can miss me with the pulpit
Full clip ready to blow when I start spittin'
All I have to do is smile and your girl go missin'
They copping all the switches, G Lock gon' stiff em up
Leave 'em wit' a wet back, call dat niggah Mexican
Or do him like the Mexicans, burn his body to a skeleton
Your gangsta is irrelevant when we run up in ya residence
Kick in the dooooor, if ya smart you would let em in
Run your for presidents, the shit be evident
When it comes to robberies, young nigga I'm a veteran
Smoking on that medicine, I'm flyer than a pelican
There's never no comparison from a gangsta to a gentleman
Never talk to bosses, only dealt with the middleman
Little man, acting like a fan, call that nigga Stan
Niggas ran, when we hoped out the stolen mini van
Smoking grams, blowing loud smoke to the ceiling fan
Fuck 12, they just a Klan with a body cam
Understand, you can get jammed by your right hand
25 to life will have ya co-d snitching on the stand
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Brown, Brian Couto, Casimiro Santos, Corey Pacheco Jr., Eric Houtman, Shiafreezhah El
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