Haas Spitta, Olu - From The Start lyrics
[Haas Spitta, Olu - From The Start lyrics]
As you gettin older
Get used to the cold shoulder
Thinkin that these niggas got your back
Until they fuck you over
Don’t matter if it's the streets, burbs
Or the city borders
Them dead presidents that keep
You from gettin ignored
Cuz money talks and it's ironic
Same shit that get people to talkin bout ya
Stop being dishonest, as you flaunt it
The taller you walk
The more shit talkers there are
Most niggas only hate to see you on it
They gon remember who got the stacks
But what you really should remember
Is who got your back
Yo don't be Helen Keller
Unable to face the facts
Blind and misunderstood
But, I figured I'd bounce back
With these middle fingers Im flickin
Like bics with flammable liquid
Finger fuckin a pencil and
Fluently writin lyrics
Saw the man in the mirror
He told me to keep it trilla
Im climbin top of these buildings
And feelin like a gorilla
Right, yeah, nigga you hear me tho
Cleveland nigga
Do it for the tribe like Geronimo
Bout to fuck the world no condom though
Uncommon flow, I'm in another zone
I keep my goals wide, sometimes I flow high
But not with closed eyes
I never let em water
Right now Im chill in man
Crack a lager, bumpin Toro
But when Im not you know the
Shit I do is extra thorough
If life a bitch then she too short for me
Live fast die young I'm like drive slow homie
Dive slow homie ya never know when the angel
Might take ya soul homie
So when I go take this music as a ghost of me
We all do it for the art
So don't wait until I'm gone
Appreciate it from the start
RIP Robin Williams
Every rapper claimin they the realist
I see you bitches in diguise, Mrs doubtfire
They say I'm too much to take in
Just wait a second I'll make don't doubt fire
I'm the outlier overshadowed by the shade
Of brown on my arms
Remain calm when step up on the stage
I'm a set the crowd ablaze
We can throw the energy back n forth
Like we playin' pong with some Kamehamehas
Been at it 3 or 4 years n
I won't stop til I'm the god
Spittin ayahs at the mosque
Til I make a true believer
Out of every single broad
Til they understand my mystic persona
Leave the industry in a coma
With a brain hemorrhage i'm an epidemic
Ill as Ebola when I ride the beat
Flow ferocious - they'll never bottle me
If I'm wobbly on the stage tell
Em cut the nerves like lobotomy
All the homies tryna tell I ain't do it right
Well fuck a backseat driver I'm
Still in the driver seat
I'm sick of it that shit gon
Put me to sleep like Dramamine
I ain't with the drama see me
Up there in the armory
I'm the illiest, grab a racket launcher
Blast off on my odyssey
Pakistani packing heat over beats
I know that's kinda odd to see
Get used to the cold shoulder
Thinkin that these niggas got your back
Until they fuck you over
Don’t matter if it's the streets, burbs
Or the city borders
Them dead presidents that keep
You from gettin ignored
Cuz money talks and it's ironic
Same shit that get people to talkin bout ya
Stop being dishonest, as you flaunt it
The taller you walk
The more shit talkers there are
Most niggas only hate to see you on it
They gon remember who got the stacks
But what you really should remember
Is who got your back
Yo don't be Helen Keller
Unable to face the facts
Blind and misunderstood
But, I figured I'd bounce back
With these middle fingers Im flickin
Like bics with flammable liquid
Finger fuckin a pencil and
Fluently writin lyrics
Saw the man in the mirror
He told me to keep it trilla
Im climbin top of these buildings
And feelin like a gorilla
Right, yeah, nigga you hear me tho
Cleveland nigga
Do it for the tribe like Geronimo
Bout to fuck the world no condom though
Uncommon flow, I'm in another zone
I keep my goals wide, sometimes I flow high
But not with closed eyes
I never let em water
Right now Im chill in man
Crack a lager, bumpin Toro
But when Im not you know the
Shit I do is extra thorough
If life a bitch then she too short for me
Live fast die young I'm like drive slow homie
Dive slow homie ya never know when the angel
Might take ya soul homie
So when I go take this music as a ghost of me
We all do it for the art
So don't wait until I'm gone
Appreciate it from the start
RIP Robin Williams
Every rapper claimin they the realist
I see you bitches in diguise, Mrs doubtfire
They say I'm too much to take in
Just wait a second I'll make don't doubt fire
I'm the outlier overshadowed by the shade
Of brown on my arms
Remain calm when step up on the stage
I'm a set the crowd ablaze
We can throw the energy back n forth
Like we playin' pong with some Kamehamehas
Been at it 3 or 4 years n
I won't stop til I'm the god
Spittin ayahs at the mosque
Til I make a true believer
Out of every single broad
Til they understand my mystic persona
Leave the industry in a coma
With a brain hemorrhage i'm an epidemic
Ill as Ebola when I ride the beat
Flow ferocious - they'll never bottle me
If I'm wobbly on the stage tell
Em cut the nerves like lobotomy
All the homies tryna tell I ain't do it right
Well fuck a backseat driver I'm
Still in the driver seat
I'm sick of it that shit gon
Put me to sleep like Dramamine
I ain't with the drama see me
Up there in the armory
I'm the illiest, grab a racket launcher
Blast off on my odyssey
Pakistani packing heat over beats
I know that's kinda odd to see