Dubb Dueces - Yellow Suit
They wanna see me in a yellow suitI guess this bad boy I'm mase you must be puffy too
Niggaz know the real and still won't tell the truth
Nine times outta ten be the ones you closest too
Talking like they know you best
Telling you how much time left
If I have a black thought imma go on the rhyme fest
No hand out I Ain't getting off my grind yet
I.e.d bitch I always been a bomb threat
My mom was never home my dad busy chopping stones
Carrying sticks like guitars but this ain't rock and roll
That I do not condone but shit that's part of life
For rap and microphone it's a lot I shit I sacrificed
I used to wrap dope and pray I make it thru the traffic lights
I still rap dope but I make sure that it's mastered right
I love criticism constructive or otherwise
What you will not do is mix me with them other guys
I'm wagu they a number 5 with a large Fry
I'm na chu like I spent some time in China town
Jumping in the water head first like I'm n tryna drown
Burnt some bridges they turned me down
Learned some lessons I'm smarter now
Yeah On the road through the valley
Been counted out every since my mama had me
Pay attention all that was premature look up you see the score
I want it and I need it more
I'm going strong look at those that come and gone
It was you who said do it yourself right or wrong
It was you who said that nigga old write him off
You ain't think I caught that huh I'm Randy Moss
Got the patience of a gator my nigga I wear Lacoste
They say When you seasoned right you don't need no sauce
They throwing salt bey Low heat saute
Shade on they off day
If the Line dance raw great
Buffalo nigga born and bred
Just know every time I go I'm going more than in
My uncle used to smoke now he preach
Said he was born again
My Momma tried to abort me so I was born to win
Written by:
Alphonso Rodgers
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