M.D.B & T-Money - Renegade

Niggas hatin', in other words, I'm amazing
I'm destined to see greatness, but I don't think I'ma make it
Sam move out the jersey, man, I miss my nigga daily
The fam fakin', they'll need me when I make it
I'm patiently waitin', M told me I'm the ticket
Just be patient, police discriminatin
You got dreads, so you Jamaican
But I ain't with the game, I ain't the nigga you wanna play with
Make money off of rap, how could you ever say I don't make shit
I hit the dash, I'm speed racin
Niggas smack me if I'm nervous and my heart ever start racin
Do some problems at Wop job, wish pops would've, let me erase them
I'm waitin', you ain't from my hood, so why the fuck you tryna claim it
Bro, last gun was jammin', sold that bullshit to a faggot
Tried to jump me in summer school swear them niggas with some faggots
"You need to drop my music Tone"
Man, just turn on the radio, headphones lock the beat, I'm in the zone
Writin' music on punishment, how I knew what I was
Nigga, used to hang with Shea and Trey, man, they got me in the drugs
Nigga, in the green Maxima, we see the cops, we hit the curve
High as shit, tryna hop out and just bust their ass on foot
Man, I'm rollin' hard and it don't mean you bitch if you gon' hire some bodyguards
Money come with power, who the fuck don't wanna make they self a boss
Make you think bout cheatin' when your lil' bitch start to throw you off
But not me, I'm too focused on this rappin', bein' great as I could be
Ma, I got it, you think these niggas killin' me? I doubt it
You know I keep this Glock with me in traffic, I'm about it
My vision see all red like the devil livin' inside me, bitch
Man, I'm rollin' hard, thinkin' you the plug until I pull your cord
Thinkin' you the plug until I turn your fuckin' power off
This shit'll knock a nigga ass to sleep, this shit like Tylenol
I fucked that nigga, bitch, she need a towel so she can wipe it off
Most likely, dawg, you sold me that bullshit, but you won't fight me, dawg
Won't wipe it off, but T been on that shit, I had to hold him off
You told a nigga, chill, let's be for real, I wanna drop you off
Fuck that money, nigga, cause I'm right back to the protocol
Even though you owe me, dawg, my bitch was bein' nosy, dawg
Tellin' me some shit she don't know, tryin' to be Miss Know-It-All
My father told me, let it go, mother told me, throw it off
I can see that nigga face, only wanna knock it off
Yeah, I'm ill with this, only killin' shit
And you showed us just how real you are, I see how real can get
Man, you straight pussy, yeah, you pussy got more pussy than a bitch
And I can treat you like the song, the way I make this shit a hit
Fuck that, I'll make this money, nigga, take it from me, nigga
T just called his ass a dummy, man, that nigga funny, nigga
I heard you cryin' to your mommy bet I take you under with her
And T been known to get in shit, that's why he keep the plunger with him
Man, I'm a lunatic, been on some gruesome shit
And you bound to see the end of shit, it's not a movie script
Man, you straight pussy better tighten up, you lookin' loose as shit
I dial numbers, toss the phone, so if you callin', who is this

Written by:
Anthony Drain Jr., Antonio Drain

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