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fes taylor - piano gangsta lyrics

[intro: fes taylor, (g-clef da mad komposa)]
yeah, chambermusik, two 4 war entertainment
taylor, yo clef what it is baby, (it’s nothing man) uh huh
(just let these fools know what time it is with you man)

[fes taylor:]
they say taylor falling off, well it’s a long drop from the top
hard enough to make the concrete crack if i flop
and i still got crack on the block
so my income, it come like i’m cashing a lot
a fetish for jewelry your p-ssion is shot
still, i threaten the jury, blasting the glock
see times p-ssing on the clock, i’m tryna take the batteries out
a g until the coroners carry me out
a salary ouch, hurt a broke n-gg-‘s feeling
we ain’t got college degrees, so my n-gg-s dealing
four wheel’n the drop, you see the ceiling
this n-gg- squealing, so we concealing
only revealing when it comes to dealing with drama
that’s nine llamas to your baby momma
shouts to big gill, every dollar he invest
some n-gg-s talk about, clef write it on the check

[chorus x2: fes taylor]
i’m a piano gangsta, i’m just playing with these keys
so much ice on they saying i’m a freeze
like it’s cold outside, below zero degrees
growing up, n-gg-s on corners they was heroes to me

[fes taylor:]
ayo, i’m too cool to be a fool, too fly to even do
any type of sucker sh-t, just look how my hustle groove
i seen a couple crews crumble through the struggle too
yeah i had to struggle too, just to get comfortable
nah that ain’t enough for you, hip hop still got love for you
tryna get something new for the summer group
i play the corner guzzle’n brews, honies with hair do’s
that stop stare and smile at my dudes
since days one-four-two break bread, i’m the state champ
world wide, can enter p-ssport, ain’t scared
now it’s back to park hill, i’m shaolin’s finest
so now when they speak to me it’s pardon me your highness
inside of me feel like a part of me is dying
cause i just got word that my grandfather dying
so i’m still in the studio writing these hits
while n-gg-s in the business still biting my sh-t

[chorus]

[fes taylor:]
might see me with yung budd, hoes say i’m a young stud
most n-gg-s yelling one blood, i’m yelling one dove
it takes one slug to put you under the rug
under a house, picture a corpse covered with bugs
cause you snitching, caught, crib covered with bugs
not roaches, speaking cd’s think i’m talking bout drugs
on the phones i ain’t talking bout much
if you hear me saying that we eating listen i ain’t talking bout lunch
crunch n’ munch breaks the fruity pebble chain
ruby red rains, kind of like a booty of a dame
wow, i raise my brow up like the rock
still down for a flip i get it twenty a whop
i sell it thirty a pop, but if i bag it
i can make sixty thousand at times, that’s a lot
i guess i’m just a chip off the old block
you know first my grand pop’s did it
then my pop’s, now it’s my turn

[chorus x4]

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