hbk kidd - kid roc (feat. brighmo roc) lyrics
[intro: hbk]
what up, roc?
[verse 1: hbk]
never trust a b+tch, i ain’t with the sucka sh+t
or leave when it’s rough as bricks, you could suck a d+ck
talkin’ ‘bout you love me, b+tch, you could love the clique
your boyfriend or us, b+tch? who you comin’ with?
just copped another kit to rub it in your face
call you through to watch me count and shove it in the safe
hustled for the .40 but i tuck it on the waist
f+cked her on a pile, feel like i’m f+ckin’ in a bank
f+cked her in my jewels, feel like i’m f+ckin’ on lake
your sh+t talkin’ good, but it’s nothin’ to a great
bottles comin’ by the case, i can tell by your face
that your ass just a fan, gettin’ attention, tryna hate
money comin’ by the flock, ‘bout to pop a greenbox
i think it’s ‘bout that time we scream, “long live roc!”
“long live roc! long live roc!”
i think it’s ‘bout that time we scream, “long live roc!”
[verse 2: brighmo roc]
i can’t save n+ggas no more, that was the old me
“friends ain’t really friends,” mama told me
she said, “be careful of them boys that ain’t scared of you”
sure ‘nough, everything that she said was true
and she was a young parent, she ain’t know what to do
i was a fool and kept gettin’ kicked out of school
my mama had my whole family in my ear
i was gettin’ whoopin’s, i ain’t shed a tear
i swear, it would go in one ear and out the other
she like, “you bein’ a bad influence to your lil’ brother”
so, i left the crib on a mission though
five years later, i end up in prison though
blew a quarter since i touched, i’ve been livin’ though
i was wounded ‘round this b+tch, but i’m healin’ though
nowadays, i’m tryna stack it to the ceilin’ though
nowadays, i’m tryna stack it to the ceilin’, bro
you poor as h+ll, boy, in my pager[?] book
i be everywhere, might catch me in your neighborhood
keep playin’ with me, i’ma leave that b+tch vacant
god’s son, but i be listenin’ to satan
i’m so tired of all these hoe+n+ggas hatin’
i’m so tired of all these broke b+tches fakin’
i’m so tired of all my n+ggas catchin’ cases
come home, then it’s back to the basics
[outro: brighmo roc]
2+6, you know i’m sayin’? couple of my n+ggas ‘bout to touchdown, you feel me? i just talked to mooch the other day, he said, “make a mess.” he gon’ clean that sh+t up when he touchdown, n+gga. we ‘bout to go crazy. f+ck yall n+ggas
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