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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Son Rob
Son Rob
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Manito
Roberto Manito
Songwriter

Lyrics

I told em the fuck out my face!
Them boyz should give me a break
I'm just the best at keeping the order
And thats why I keep 'em in place
Y'all dont got reason to stay
New england they stealing the plays
Its not that deep when I take
All the layers proceeding to peel 'em away
Shit void every time I leave
Got my boys on the side I lean
Get big purr when I need my piece
Not too coi she supply my needs
Been a whole year not a damn thing changed
No more breaks not gon' let y'all breath
Don't talk about tapes don't talk about features
Imma let y'all eat when I goddamn please
Geez! out with the old shit i'm in the focus
I don't ever miss if i'm set and i'm open
Send in the troops now the cavalry choking
Saying some shit that just had to be spoken
Rappers in papers and packs that i'm smoking
I told you them raps just lacking emotion
Hard headed rappers is capping and boasting
They aiming at me so i'm cracking 'em open
Fuck what you heard
They might never notice i'm breaking 'em down
Records and verses is all on the bounce
I been the dirtiest out of my town
Fuck all the bullshit you heard around town
All of them frauds spreading word around town
I dont get lost in it kinda pissed off though
Might just get it off and bring the burner downtown
Whoa! i'm on my peace and quiet shit
I ain't tryna start no riots here
This is my whole domain
I don't take no lip dont start dont try in here
Vision get spread get wide in here
Shit get turnt get live in here
Done supercharging the tesla
I'm not one to mess with don't test my drive in here
Raps get spend like a break pad dollars and pesos
Nah i'm just thugging ain't wearing the waist low
Taking my time with it know that they hate that
Still unbothered I drop when I say so
On my moms we don't travel the same roads
Victory lap just to say that they came close
Still hyped up off doing the same shit
Don't get mad cuz you're not getting paid bro
Talking my shit, steady on that 'til audemars wrist
I don't get lit off of praise
I don't want no fame want the payment automated
I don't really care what they saying they did
Smoke and the mirrors saying they ain't real
Everybody tryna one up on the boy
When they all 360 and got the same deals
Did me a show and then got me the mula
Beef on wax I don't beef on computers
Sometimes a beef isn't even a beef
Its just me being me swear to god im the rudest
Most of them boys ain't even 'bout music
I don't talk to 'em too much that's useless
Play your cards right there's a slight off chance
That might get sniped get packed like boosters
Written by: Roberto Manito
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