shanga goman - posture lyrics
[intro: shanga goman & crowd]
say, “where the real heads at?”
where the real heads at?
say, “where the real heads at?”
where the real heads at?
say, “where the real heads at?”
where the real heads at?
[verse 1]
uh+huh, yo
man, where the real heads at? i’m sick of all the catfishin’ (sick)
ain’t even got a tape and they already blacklistin’ (blacklistin’)
blackballed these black bars i’m blacksmithin’ (blacksmithin’)
but when the script flips, you know how people act different
i float like a b+tterfly, cut like a blade slice (cut ’em up)
k!ll with kindness, but i’m getting burdened tryna play nice
keep my cards in the deck, can’t even see the poker face (nah)
but i got all this dirty laundry, ’cause they tryna hold the gains (air it out)
no acknowledgment? huh, that ain’t no foreign thing (nah)
in the mirror to lift my spirits up, learn to shoulder pains (what else?)
one hand to cook (yeah), one hand to fill, one hand to hold the plate (come on)
eating good in the kitchen and then i turn to roman reigns
wassup? and every bit i’ma savor it
this must be a gloryhole, you don’t know who you’re playin’ with
witness a classic in the makin’
clap or not for my rappin’ ass, one day you’ll have to face it
and kiss it too
get on your knees, bow down, long live king goman
yeah, yo
[verse 2]
step like a real should, man you know i got to
obey what’s in my dna, you could study the posture
man, you know i’m from the town and so i gotta come correct (town business)
stylin’ and profilin’ ain’t got no diamonds on my neck
my shine so vvs (shinin’), floss with no dds (shinin’)
need an emt for all this tnt up in my chest (boom)
explosive, west coast sh+t
yeah, i’m blowin’ up on them and that’s with or without you postin’
power in my lines, i’m max dillon with the voltage (spark it up)
j be the new dre, i told him to up the dosage (yeah)
follow the doctor’s orders (yeah), every track is a slaughter (shanga nice)
shy guy sit in silence, don’t provoke him (nah)
not one for moderation, everything for the takin’
put some respect on our names, or we get rearrangin’
yeah, witness a classic in the… nah
man, i’ve been a classic, you just need to match the pacin’
[outro]
catch up, but you won’t match up
you gon’ get scr+pped up, you gon’— ahhh
nah, you not ready
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