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son rob - riot! lyrics

i told em tf out my face! them boyz should give me a break
im just the best at keeping the order and thats why i keep em in place
yall dont got reason to stay, new england they stealing the plays
its not that deep when i take all the layers proceeding to peel em away

sh+t, void every time i leave, got my boyz on the side i lean
get big purr when i need my piece, not too coi she supply my needs
been a whole year not a d+mn thing changed, no more breaks not gon’ let yall breath
dont talk about tapes dont talk about features imma let yall eat when i godd+mn please

geez!
out with the old sh+t im in the focus ion ever miss if im set and im open
send in the troups now the cavalry choking, saying some sh+t that just had to be spoken
rappers in papers and packs that im smoking, i told you them raps just lacking emotion
hard headed rappers is capping and boasting they aiming at me so im cracking em open

f+ck what you heard, they might never notice im breaking em down
records and verses is all on the bounce, i been the dirtiest out of my town
f+ck all the bullsh+t you heard around town, all of them frauds spreading word around town
i dont get lost in it kinda p+ssed off tho might just get it off and bring the burner downtown

whoa!

im on my peace and quiet sh+t, i ain’t tryna start no riots here
this is my whole domain i dont take no lip dont start dont try in here
vision get spread get wide in here, sh+t get turnt get live in here
done supercharging the tesla im not one to mess with dont test my drive in here
raps get spend like a break pad dollars and pesos, nah im just thugging ain’t wearing the waist low
taking my time with it know that they hate that, still unbothered i drop when i say so
on my moms we dont travel the same roads victory lap just to say that they came close
still hyped up off doing the same sh+t dont get mad cuz u not getting paid bro

talking my sh+t, steady on that til audemars wrist
i dont get lit off of praise i dont want no fame want the payment automated
i dont really care what they saying they did, smoke and the mirrors saying they ain’t real
everybody tryna one up on the boy when they all 360 and got the same deals

did me a show and then got me the mula, beef on wax i dont beef on computers
sometimes a beef isnt even a beef its just me being me swear to god im the rudest
most of them boyz ain’t even bout music, i dont talk to em too much thats useless
play your cards right theres a slight off chance that might get sniped get packed like boosters

- son rob lyrics

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