Cxrpse, BRUHMANEGOD - THE JUICE & THE SAUCE lyrics

[Cxrpse, BRUHMANEGOD - THE JUICE & THE SAUCE lyrics]

Nobody in this bitch work harder than me
Except for cxrpse but i’ma compete for real
I ain’t fuckin with nobody beats for real
Raccoonz & beam bouta eat for real
Cuz real is real, I’m keepin it real
I don’t need a pill, i don’t need a steel
I don’t need a pole on the side of my hip
I don’t need a goal when i ride in the whip
Addicted to rappin’ I’m tryna quit
Alive in this bitch, i’ma die in this bitch
I ain’t lying to kids, i’ma brighten the dim
I ain’t tryin too much
I’ma hide in the sticks
And my brother is Flvd
He ain’t hidin the stick
I’m trying to get him to quiet a bit
But it’s how it is, the life of the pimp
My guys with me, my guys is it
Shoutout eddy he be workin hard too
Spider gang ain’t no fuckin cartoon
Spittin bars but I’m making art too
I’ma hit his ass with the harpoon
I only said that shit cuz it rhymed
I don’t gotta rush, i don’t even need time
She givin a smirk, I’m closing the blinds
I do what i do, just open your eyes
When i get a gun
I hope i don’t have to shoot
No, i’ma keep grabbin the loot
I’m back in the booth
He giving me attitude and crap
For rappin’ the truth
You lackin the juice, the sauce is absent too
All i can do is laugh at you
I work till i’m black and blue and i
Got the stats to prove i cannot lose
I don’t need to hate
I’m up doin research late
I don’t need to keep the gate
I see my fate, every time i breathe is pain
That’s why i’ma lead the way
I keep the pace deleting the needless waste
Cuz it can all be replaced
(it can all be replaced)
(it can all be replaced)

Nobody in this bitch work harder than me
Except for cxrpse but i’ma compete for real
I ain’t fuckin with nobody beats for real
Raccoonz & beam bouta eat for real
Cuz real is real, I’m keepin it real
I don’t need a pill, i don’t need a steel
I don’t need a pole on the side of my hip
I don’t need a goal when i ride in the whip
Nobody be working as hard as me or beamy
We making this money yall coppin the beanies
Im flipping my wrist like im baking the ziti
I promise you that you could never see me

I don't wanna be your favorite artist
Half of these rappers so retarted
Everyday i feel like a target
I am a whore my soul on the market

Keep riding the wave you rotting away
There ain't no competition you not in the way
Im mean like a bitch when she ovulate
Feeling especially spiteful this time of day
I never wanted to rap id rather be farming
Me and beamy be going the hardest
I be ashing roadies on the carpet
Want us in yo city then we charging
Niggas be rapping like this
It don't make sense
Cuz i gotta do all this shit or ill starve
What happened to rap? what happened to bars?
Cuz everyone suck or they talk about cars

Fuck i ain't having that
Don't fuck with niggas get out of my habitat
I stay off the internet where
All the faggots at
All that we done promise you
Is not passing that
Fading with me yeah i feel like attack attack
Drop a whole tab of the acid
And pass it back
I do not fuck with no rappers and matter fact
Ill smack the shit out of yo lying
And rabid ass

We leaving them with no oxygen
Fuck what you heard i am not your friend
Fuck you niggas im not finna play pretend
Me and beamy not gon say this shit again

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