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Barrington Hendricks
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Letras

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, lately, every word that come out my mouth get fired straight from the hip (The hip)
I've been living on Colored People time, I'm getting there when I get (When I get)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I hate how people get (People get)
What was your past rate? You keep cheating, we might have to castrate, what the f—
Where's the hits? Yeah, I heard all your beats, where's the hits?
I can't argue with talent and lists (Uh-uh)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Oh, you mad, you not on somе lists?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Come on)
[Verse 1]
Uh, shake it, shakе it, shake it, shake it, shake that shit (Aye)
You tried to swing and you, uh-uh, ain't make that shit
Every shot that you take is a brick (It's a brick)
Every brick that you lay is a miss (It's a miss)
**** wearing your house on they wrist (On they wrist)
Bet the house you ain't touching shit
Pay your rent, get off of my dick, bitch, yeah
[Verse 2]
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I'm still not doing shit
Layin' the Smackdown on jabronis 'cause they not followin' the script
When it comes to getting this money, aimin' for that white like I'm Twigs (Uh-uh)
Told this white girl that I'm scared, uh (Let's go)
**** that grew up 'round crackers they whole life turn twenty and go Hotep as shit (It's facts)
It's a trip, oh, you mad, you not Grammy picked?
You're still sad, you not on some lists (On some lists)
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Huh, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Marcus ain't die for this shit, Rosa ain't sit for you, bitch (Uh-uh)
[Verse 3]
Lately, I've been letting these rappers talk, these **** sound like some skits
In the suburbs, watching 10-90 Jake and lyin' 'bout who they is
Let's just get this clear, one of you bastards touch me, you dyin' right where you is
I'm a self-defense specialist, get your brains blue like a Cr—
Like a Crip
Oh, you mad, you not getting rich?
You still sad, you not making hits?
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit
Martin ain't die for this shit, bitch
[Chorus]
Lately, every word that come out my mouth get fired straight from the hip (The hip)
I've been living on Colored People time, I'm getting there when I get (When I get)
Lately, I've been trying not to go outside, I hate how people get (Get)
What was your past rate? You keep cheating, we might have to castrate, what the f—
Where's the hits? Yeah, I heard all your beats, where's the hits?
I can't argue with talent and lists
What the hip-hop hell is this?
Bitch, Malcolm ain't die for this shit (Uh-uh)
Martin ain't die for this shit, Rosa ain't sit for you, bitch
Man, Thomas ain't die for this shit
Man, Huey ain't die for this shit
Man, Nanny ain't die for this shit
John Brown ain't die for this shit
Like Sojourner, the truth in this bitch
Written by: Barrington Hendricks
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