Testo Young Rakeem - Cas Santos
Testo della canzone Young Rakeem (Cas Santos), tratta dall'album Young Rakeem
(Dark Saint)
(This is the Remix)
I guess the word on the streets is I got them beats
But I run every track like I got on cleats
Dark Saint is the label that be bringing the heat
Underground like hell, I set fire to streets
If ya hot, move ya feet, girl shake what ya got
She on that demon time, you ain't think she a thot
Stop claiming street ties, we know what you knot
Hangin on the neck of a cop with a plot
The ruckus that i bring like a killer bee sting
I'm Jamie Lannister if you trying to claim king
Bell ring, face off like Gustavo Fring
Ain't no thing, pop your top off like the Badda bing
Hitori Hanzo molded this, make my day
Run up, I'll leave you motionless - AFK
I got fire on the street and it ain't no rap
I make America great and that ain't no cap
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
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
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
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'
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
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Brown, Casimiro Santos, Eric Houtman
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