Official T-Rob - Sticks and Stones

(T-Rob)

This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official,
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken, not to me
Every L a lesson, so I just feel blessed
I'm stepping up, T-Rob don't take defeat
Motivation is the reason people get attached to me
I never claimed I'm street
I don't cap, the real attract to me
I been bout my business, so the only case I got is brief
But I got bloodies that'll clean the block up
Like they hadda swipe
If you diss me, could be loved by thousands,
You still wack to me
Just like a frisbee, talk behind my back,
That shit come back to me
Don't act like a joker when I tell my brethren come eat
Dap me in person, on the internet they want some beef
My fist do the talking,
When I'm mad don't try to chat with me
I tried remaining humble,
I don't care if they talk smack to me
But if you touch the family
I'll tell fifty get the strap, on me
Shit all handy dandy till they catch a body in a creek

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me
I was in my bag before I hopped up in my Birkin
Now I'm getting to the bag, I told lil baby "I've been working"
Never flex on accident, I did that shit on purpose
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me
If they want sum real beef, then the 40 make em jerky
I be going hard for mine
If I don't spazz, then you not worthy
Say they "ride or die", deep down they really tryna merc me

If you play, you get merced (Easy)
Had to get dug from the dirt (Greasy)
Glock singing like Chris Brown the first (Breezy)
I only pop perc's (With figi)
I don't even do that to be honest (Nope)
Ill shit, like I doodled coronavirus
Kinda funny nobody knew that I was the hottest
Not even me, nigga
I tend to maintain when I'm going through pain
Y'all can't tell when I'm hurting, that's scary to me
My head in the game, bet you hate when I flame
'Cause whenever I'm playing, I'm playing for keeps
I'm saying you gonna hate playing with me
Himalayas, but I'm not at my peak
I'm allergic to peanut M&M's
You could tell Dr. Dre I be slaying on beats
Imagine a nigga not actually blacking
They knew it was havoc, ThaT smell bout to reek
That boy high as hell, I could tell 'cause he reached
Say "T don't got bars"
You right, 'cause I preach
Imagine if my T was white in the caption
You heard I be blacking, Mike Jackson the bleach
Conserving (I hope this shit last me a week)
And If it's real smoke I'm not staging no beef

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
I was in my bag before I hopped up in my Birkin
Now I'm getting to the bag, I told lil baby "I've been working"
Never flex on accident, I did that shit on purpose
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me
If they want sum real beef, then the 40 make em jerky
I be going hard for mine
If I don't spazz, then you not worthy
Say they "ride or die", deep down they really tryna merc me

Written by:
Tommy Robinson

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