Ralph Rose - Scriptures (Intro)

I'm writin' scriptures while the critics try to tell me what's the bigger picture
Cops been ballin with the shots
Im guarding up, Pete where my pistol
I ain't never had shit
Fuck bout if you average
This shit turned me to a savage
Slept on music that I give 'em
Shit was rated 4-5-6
You thought I'd got a cee-lo
Used to hop the gates, no more yellow fucking tape
Red bottoms below
Ya ain't feelin' it
Wasn't back to back, I'm talking back to that
Floors no carpet mats, just asking god for that
Ain't far from that
Need that paper chasing, telling me I'm right behind ya
Ya ain't topping shit, I shine on earth, I might just blind ya
Broke as shit
Wanting free support but niggas moving like I owe em shit
Fuck 'em though
Nigga I was born for this

Written by:
Ralph Foxworth

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