Ronnie C - Over And Out

It's definitely 2:30 in the morning
Normally I have a beer, but the store is closed
So this is uhhh
This is one of the those rum and coke flows
Yeah
The Green Room
Ha
My momma say I need church, but I don't trust them pastors
Live my life on my terms, cradle to the casket
Cats used to sleep on me I took away their mattress
Now I get shit cracking without leaving a fracture
Do it for the masses, spit heavy shit it's massive
Kept my thoughts locked away now they're no longer captive
David Copperfield boy, all I make is magic
Some people say I changed, I swear I didn't I adapted
Feeling like a Converse All-Star, this is classic
Intelligence meets street, get smart and I'll get ratchet
Go AIDS on this shit, anyone can catch it
Your body's a little axe and we're gonna bury the hatchet
Betting on myself, put up the wages and we'll match it
I strike and burst into flames like some motherfucking matches
Bo Jackson, Deion Sanders, playing different sports
Playing with y'all because I'm always lit like The Olympic Torch
Boy, far from your average, I was bred smart
Ruled with an iron fist, loved with a lead heart
Never got knocked, not one of the ones that the feds caught
Five steps ahead of y'all like I had a headstart
I won't talk about the slams, I was on my Bret Hart
Some niggaz did too much and died like his brother Owen
I was jumping fences across the street from The Head Start
Ripped my shirt, but I was far from a Hulk Hogan
Thank God that we moved, my momma got me out that life
Just to bring me to a new one, but I was too grown
I dropped out of school, I started smoking weed
Living in a new house that never really felt like home
But then I found the music, what I rapped it made sense
Even though the first few years, dawg, I didn't make shit
Took my time to hone my skills, relaxed and wrote it down
Now that's why I'm one of the hottest guys that you know around
If you was told your whole life that you wasn't gon' be shit
That's what you gon' think, "you ain't shit"
You can be whatever you wanna be but, the life we had to live was out there
It was rough, it was hustling, it was gang banging
It was out there and ain't nothing we could do to change it
But that's how we lived and we're trying to figure out how can we change it
By expressing it, letting y'all know that we done did it already
So I mean, save yourself and don't go through that shit
No matter how good I seem, I'm burdened by this pain
Let it vent out my brain, shit that's how I got this game
Do my best to be different, the rest are more of the same
Same ones that say, "keep it real" are always wearing fake chains
And it happens so much that I can't even take it, uhhh
Guess these dudes are just going to have to fake it 'til they make it, huh?
It'll never happen, please believe what I say
You'll never make it through the door when there's real niggaz in the way
So, you're just in the way, excuse me as I fly by you
You'll realize that I'm the one that everybody says hi to
Slick on these hoes, that's why they always let me slide through
Been a Street Fighter, and I ain't talking about Ryu
Charged up like Blanka, y'all sweet like Willy Wonka
"Sheek" with these "Styles", getting "Kisses" and I ain't from Yonkers
Bitch I'm from The Ville, North Side to be exact
I don't rap I spit facts, that just happen to rhyme on wax
I'm what you wish you could be, but you couldn't get close
I'm higher than a cloud without inhaling weed smoke
Man I've been keeping it G since I was rocking pampers
Sixteen skipping school, fucking college chicks on campus
This is real shit, not just some shit I'm writing
I was getting cake when you started tasting icing
I was scrapping niggaz when you were scared of the fighting
And the shit you're doing now, I did before I had my license
Cleaning up the game because the shit was getting dirty
Old soul from the 70's and I ain't even thirty
These suckers hated on me because they knew I was the bomb
And tried to played my face because I was living with my mom
But who's laughing now? Excuse me as I chuckle
I shut niggaz up, left them no room for rebuttals
Tried to remain humble, but it's hard to stay subtle
When they say they're looking for me, you know they're looking for trouble
Ronnie C, 10-4, over and out

Written by:
Ronnie Rouse

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