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yankee gold - 5am in rochester pt2 (lord frieza style) lyrics

[intro:(k’lee)]

yeah
nfo till forever
keep the roc all together
word, lord frieza style

[verse 1: yankee gold]
cotton get loaded my n-gga time to pull f-ckin’ triggers
been in that bas-m-nt too long f-ckin’ rappin’ for tigger
they hear me scremin’ the roc, like you f-ckin’ wit jigga?
give em ya tape like cole & he probably’ll deal ya
like im f-ckin’ familiar
i’m at the bottom of the map
times that with these n-ggas that never’ll feel ya
they want a spot
i want a spot
never sharing familias
this nfo is on the go
barricade the fulfillment
they like what you instilling?
i say b-tch i am i k!llin’
last year i was -ss now i feel like a million
but pockets still lintin’, f-ck the feelings, no room for ceilings
you shuffling decks, man cut the checks
ain’t no room for dealing
why you mad?
i ain’t mad, i’m just speakin’ it realer
don’t speak on no sh-t you know yo -ss can’t f-ckin’ deal wit
f-ckin’ up rules
use the flows that you been stealin’
he said f-ck too many times
who the f-ck is he feeling
this ol curvy -ss chick
them old b-tches that i hit
could never keep up with the sh-ts
no disrespect to ya’ll
but let me give yo -ss a tip
you think i’m finna stay with you
when brodie hit the same cl-t?
please, you only good for yo knees
she call me r. kelly cause i’m p-ssin’ out my seeds
man enough about me
& rap more about me
that’s body the best
n-ggas be so obvi to test
i’m tired of grading papers
always f-ckin’ marking the f
i dropped the bird
guess it’s time for me to work on my chest
too many rappers in the roc
it’s time to cut down the list
and n-ggas always wanna build, but can’t afford em brick
you throw suggestions at em, but they be to broke for the tip
and n-ggas using big words but you still ain’t heard
you n-ggas talkin’ bout them corners, but you still ain’t curve
and to you rappers in the roc
man you best be on yo jingle
i got charlie sheen wit me
and he best be ready to mingle
to these b-tches who ain’t worth sh-t, but they mouths & some pringles
ya’ll need to take a toilet seat wit cha sh-tty -ss singles
i’m da la soul
you day la old
my girl sing better than erykah & it’s common we grow
and on that lightskin sh-t, n-gga is common i glow
go head & get it back
coming through this rap sh-t wit facts
im on my boom bap scat
ratatat tat tat tat
hear all these word go blap
blap blap blap blap
hear me rap
on theses roads, go for gold
f-ck a plaque
ain’t no reason for the treason
f-ck them n-ggas stabbin’ backs
got my n-ggas, them my n-ggas
free my n-ggas from stress
it ain’t no guess that it ain’t no easy way to be the best
this early morning work, i’m waking up into the stretch
i’m sayin’ peace to the number seven
everybody else get the four nine three eleven
b-tch

& that’s rich, n-gga
rap sh-t, im the baddest
my name use to be c-ssius
i’m so muuuf-ckin’ lavish
bad sh-t

- yankee gold lyrics

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