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Roger Ramos
Roger Ramos
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Keep the peace on me more on the side
But you know it ain't that Gandhi kind
Ain't keeping shit a hundred, I ain't tryna die
Gotta keep one on the sly
Only channel 99, you gotta watch a man of bonds
Man to man I sure been with a stupid bitch at times
Loved a couple dusty hoes, I had to abandon mines
I own it I ain't fold when I drew this hand of mine
Now they see it black and white
I'm MC Echelon
Run they temp up high
Got my check up and I'm fine
They just got sick sides
And two dimensional lives
Something like a hexagon
Now I'm quick to point em out
Can't fail geometry twice
I'm a mistake child, seen plenty fake smiles
Raised down in SA town, you learn that rattlesnake sound
This is how you point a fake out
Watch faces and hand movement
Cause what you call a real one might just be a fake dial
Ain't one to break vows, pass it to my greyhounds
This occupation tend to pull bitches, let my brother take your towel
Eat a track? I've ate miles and something like eight mile
Yeah I played myself once but look how that played out
It wasn't eminent, I had to be a rabbit then
Life went up, down, up and down again
But when I circle back now, the route look some like M&M's
Cause you can't map shit out without a legend man
Keep the peace on me more on the side
But you know it ain't that Gandhi kind
Ain't keeping shit a hundred, I ain't tryna die
Gotta keep one on the sly
Only channel 99, you gotta watch a man of bonds
Man to man I sure been with a stupid bitch at times
Loved a couple dusty hoes, I had to abandon mines
I own it I ain't fold when I drew this hand of mine
Now they see it black and white
Like I was doodle bop
Grew up on that screwed and chopped
Holes all through the socks
And lots of ramen noodle pots
Navaira playing stupid loud while grandma served menudo hot
Help her put Telemundo on
She like"Ah mijo, you could get computer job!"
Broke to six figures, you know how the story go
Speakers knocking on your block like I been moving door to door
All this knowledge ain't from college just a few tutorials
You got yours sucking dick through comment section glory holes
Yeah when life gave me lemons had to take my girl to Lulu
They broke and they choking every time they see me move through
Kept it independent, send myself a Wtwo
The only green they streaming in is when they load up Hulu
It went from a"Who you?" to"Oh, he too cool"
And now they hopping on the choo choo like"Huh who knew!"
Uh you!
But I was cuckoo to you til the views flew through the roof, poof
It's like voodoo all a sudden I'm a business guru
Y'all been chalking in the plays but you ain't make none
Money ain't a thing? Boy I hope that a pun
I don't got a kid But I got me some runts
Couple little hits, that's discipline son
Walk in the place straight looking like a bum
And I walk out spending what you made this month
I hate to break it to you baby but I ain't the one
To fuck with bitch, get a way, better run cause I
Keep the peace on me more on the side
But you know it ain't that Gandhi kind
Ain't keeping shit a hundred, I ain't tryna die
Gotta keep one on the sly
Only channel 99, you gotta watch a man of bonds
Man to man I sure been with a stupid bitch at times
Loved a couple dusty hoes, I had to abandon mines
I own it I ain't fold when I drew this hand of mine
Now they see it black and white
Written by: Roger Ramos
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