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obn dev - rookie swiper lyrics

[hook]
you will never see the bread that i make, and you a rookie (you a rookie)
yo’ mans in the party, with a shirt that say cookies (lame)
let a n+gga start mean muggin’ i’m gon’ cook him (cook him)
these n+gga got to tellin’ on my brother, so they booked him (rat)
free my n+gga from the six, i know my brotha comin’ home (he comin’ home)
you really think that n+gga tough?
we had that n+gga runnin’ home
i had to slow down with the puncher, they almost caught me with them phones
take a look inside my pocket, yo’ gon’ see a bunch of clones

[verse 1]
n+gga’s 20 years old and still askin’, who can match?
i already spent your money, please stop askin’ for it back
i bought so many clothes, they know my real name when i’m in stacks
you can’t see the numbers that i’m makin’, ’cause yo’ music trash
you ain’t you shootin’, you ain’t swipin’, or k!llin’ that sh+t a lie
ain’t no n+gga ever tried to rob me make it out alive
everything i do illegal, all rats near me gotta die
this n+gga curling up his toes, sharing shoes tryna look fly

[hook]
you will never see the bread that i make, and you a rookie (you broke)
yo’ mans in the party, with a shirt that say cookies (lame)
let a n+gga start mean muggin’ i’m gon’ cook him
these n+gga got to tellin’ on my brother, so they booked him (they booked him)
free my n+gga from the six, i know my brotha comin’ home
you really think that n+gga tough?
we had that n+gga runnin’ home (he runnin’)
i had to slow down with the puncher, they almost caught me with them phones (them phones)
take a look inside my pocket, yo’ gon’ see a bunch of clones

[verse 2]
these n+gga’s claim they hit the road, but don’t come back with pros
i’m startin’ think these n+gga’s drivin’ outta town to go see hoes (lame)
i know why teejay hate me, ’cause i took his flow
don’t know about teejay, but when i rap i really live it though
findin’ all my n+gga’s on the news
not for dyin’, but for k!llin’
i’m a menace in my city, they look at me like a villain (a villain)
got me stamped in my city, ’cause they know that i’m the realest (the realest)
i’ve been swipin’ for so long, that i don’t get a nervous feelin’ (nah)

[hook]
you will never see the bread that i make, and you a rookie (you a rookie)
yo’ mans in the party, with a shirt that say cookies (lame)
let a n+gga start mean muggin’ i’m gon’ cook him (cook him)
these n+gga got to tellin’ on my brother, so they booked him (they booked him)
free my n+gga from the six, i know my brotha comin’ home (he comin’ home)
you really think that n+gga tough?
we had that n+gga runnin’ home (he gone)
i had to slow down with the puncher, they almost caught me with them phones (them phones)
take a look inside my pocket, yo’ gon’ see a bunch of clones

- obn dev lyrics

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