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skeet taste - no lie lyrics

[intro]
ayy
it mean a lil’ more man, when you come from nothin’ man
no bullsh-t
3 in the morning in this b-tch

[verse 1]
i was doin’ bad, on my -ss and my knuckles
and the law’s tryna cuff me like my ferragamo buckle
i got crack in my -ss so you know i’m from the struggle
old bougie -ss b-tch can’t even respect a n-gga’s hustle
can’t respect a n-gga’s mind, can’t respect a n-gga’s grind
you ain’t write me no letters, you ain’t spent a n-gga time
got out and got extra on my grind
and you know i’m from west bethel ’cause i left the ho behind
you ain’t callin’ ’bout no hundreds, i’ma go and press decline
my food fall on the floor, i’m eatin’ that food off the ground
you ain’t callin’ ’bout no hundreds, i’ma go and press decline
my food fall on the floor, i’m eatin’ that food off the ground
old hoes ain’t gave me sh-t but some bad -ss advice
skippin’ school, sellin’ rocks, with a pipe on my lil’ bike
i got hit up with that glock, had to fight for my lil’ life
if i’m lyin’ then i’m dyin’, you can ask jesus christ
them streets cold, real c0ke, stone cold steve austin
been sellin’ songs in middle school, you can ask mr. loffer
runnin’ up and down that block, godd-mn i’m exhausted
man don’t work, man don’t eat, that’s what my old man taught
school of hard knocks, og is my diploma
you a peon in your hood, i’m like deion on my corner
poppin’ levels after levels, finna roll into a coma
like tomorrow ain’t promised so i’m livin’ for the moment

[chorus]
spit twelve hotter than twelve when 12 on the block
n-gga spit it for the streets, f-ck thinkin’ out the box
black air force 1’s and the same color socks
black ferragamo belt and the same color glock
how i know my time now? ’cause it say it on my watch
numbers don’t lie so i don’t serve without my clock
i can’t rap about no bricks ’cause i can’t rap about no lie
i can’t rap about no bricks ’cause i can’t rap about no lie

[verse 2]
doin’ bad, sellin’ whip, fiends barely gettin’ high
me and bro, goin’ half on nicks, barely gettin’ high
all my life on my natural d-ck, barely gettin’ by
i can’t rap about no bricks ’cause i can’t rap about no lie
i gotta stay strong n-gga, physically and mentally
my homies tried to finish me, treated me like enemy
get rich or die tryin’, do that time if they sentence me
my homies tried to finish me, treated me like enemy
we don’t do no talkin’ n-gga, he talk and then you off the n-gga
‘member i was young, they had my picture in the office n-gga
the law said they gon’ lock me up every time they caught a n-gga
like f-ck it if they cuff me, be in that county drinkin’ coffee n-gga
stickin’ to the code, then i’m stickin’ your b-tch
dubs up, never down, i’m on my southwest sh-t
and if you ain’t ridin’ with them dubs, suck a southwest d-ck
and if you ain’t ridin’ with them dubs, suck a southwest d-ck

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