K-Rino - Mention My Name lyrics
[K-Rino - Mention My Name lyrics]
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
Yeah, it's certain people in this
World you can't talk to
Some don't understand until they get
Their chest walked through
A pot-holes in they backs once the Mac pops
I can't be destroyed
I'm like an airplane's black box
Question is who's willing to be a sacrifice?
So rappers won't have to pay
The price in the afterlife
Evacuate the premises we ain't
Going ask ya twice
Walk into a room cracking heads
No more acting nice
I stand hard and let 'em swing
Came too far to bend it
Plus I've never needed Viagra
Cialis or ExtenZe
I'm rock-solid, brand new day
The same agendas i'm mobbed with FOI
Street hustlers and gang members
The bridge is burnt
The relationship's beyond improvement
Devils in power tryna execute
The conscious movement but, if they try
Get your heat and bring the thunder down
Since day one the realest
Music been the underground
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
You can't write me out of history
Go read your lesson
My essence is too deeply embedded in
The past and the present
They want to keep this real
Music off the station, good
Let's bar fake radio cats from
Coming in the hood (kill 'em)
My regime was established to
Torture your team
I'm leaving corpses inside of
This corporate machine
Commercial, radio ain't tryna
Resurrect the dead so kill 'em all and bring
The program director's head
See that's the only way a
Snake can ever be handled no more meat
No more going through the proper channels
Keep stunting
It'll be your time to take some lead
I wish the DJ would ask
Me to break some bread i got a circle of hot
Heads that'll break your legs
Y'all the kind of cats
That communicate with feds
You don't control my destiny
I got mine in my hand
Shout out to Trae, I'm with ya homie
I'm tryna get banned
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
When I get done, he'd better hope he'd last
Five lasers I blast with no ski mask
Enter the suffering the end won't be fast
Murder your future and put your
Present in the past
Hoping he come or K-Rino side trippin'
Spot 'em and get it poppin
Like grease and fried chicken
Undetectable bombs up in your ride ticking
The unmistakable sound of a 45 clicking
Don't be around and see them
Become a new life breeder
If you gonna be a follower
Follow the right leader
You scared of the grand dragon
Show ya hand bragging
Ninety percent of rappers are
Riding on bandwagons
Sweating objects a man getting
In your prophets quick to fold up when
They threatening your pockets
Acting like you got no remorse for life
How you a gangster getting
Punked by corporate types?
You a fraud, living a lie and a façade
I'm under the control of no man but God
What's wrong 'til ya put
Your opportunities on
You really gone, everybody tryna do it alone
Now the problems are too
Insurmountable to stand
And the people at your shows
You can count 'em on ya hands
Done with no love
To smoked, wife found him in the van
You was arrogant man, never been cordial
With no respect of those who came before you
You can see it in evil, sly and disagreeable
Now people use your shirts
To wipe their vehicles
Reading them rights so ya mind will be tight
Stop tryna be like fools who tryna be liked
Everybody who looking for a creative handout
Tryna stand in, it's time to stand out
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
You can't write me out of history
Go read your lesson
My essence is too deeply embedded in
The past and the present
They want to keep this real
Music off the station, good
Let's bar fake radio cats from
Coming in the hood (kill 'em)
My regime was established to
Torture your team
I'm leaving corpses inside of
This corporate machine
Commercial, radio ain't tryna
Resurrect the dead so kill 'em all and bring
The program director's head
See that's the only way a
Snake can ever be handled no more meat
No more going through the proper channels
Keep stunting
It'll be your time to take some lead
I wish the DJ would ask
Me to break some bread i got a circle of hot
Heads that'll break your legs
Y'all the kind of cats
That communicate with feds
You don't control my destiny
I got mine in my hand
Shout out to Trae, I'm with ya homie
I'm tryna get banned
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
Yeah, it's certain people in this
World you can't talk to
Some don't understand until they get
Their chest walked through
A pot-holes in they backs once the Mac pops
I can't be destroyed
I'm like an airplane's black box
Question is who's willing to be a sacrifice?
So rappers won't have to pay
The price in the afterlife
Evacuate the premises we ain't
Going ask ya twice
Walk into a room cracking heads
No more acting nice
I stand hard and let 'em swing
Came too far to bend it
Plus I've never needed Viagra
Cialis or ExtenZe
I'm rock-solid, brand new day
The same agendas i'm mobbed with FOI
Street hustlers and gang members
The bridge is burnt
The relationship's beyond improvement
Devils in power tryna execute
The conscious movement but, if they try
Get your heat and bring the thunder down
Since day one the realest
Music been the underground
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
You can't write me out of history
Go read your lesson
My essence is too deeply embedded in
The past and the present
They want to keep this real
Music off the station, good
Let's bar fake radio cats from
Coming in the hood (kill 'em)
My regime was established to
Torture your team
I'm leaving corpses inside of
This corporate machine
Commercial, radio ain't tryna
Resurrect the dead so kill 'em all and bring
The program director's head
See that's the only way a
Snake can ever be handled no more meat
No more going through the proper channels
Keep stunting
It'll be your time to take some lead
I wish the DJ would ask
Me to break some bread i got a circle of hot
Heads that'll break your legs
Y'all the kind of cats
That communicate with feds
You don't control my destiny
I got mine in my hand
Shout out to Trae, I'm with ya homie
I'm tryna get banned
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
When I get done, he'd better hope he'd last
Five lasers I blast with no ski mask
Enter the suffering the end won't be fast
Murder your future and put your
Present in the past
Hoping he come or K-Rino side trippin'
Spot 'em and get it poppin
Like grease and fried chicken
Undetectable bombs up in your ride ticking
The unmistakable sound of a 45 clicking
Don't be around and see them
Become a new life breeder
If you gonna be a follower
Follow the right leader
You scared of the grand dragon
Show ya hand bragging
Ninety percent of rappers are
Riding on bandwagons
Sweating objects a man getting
In your prophets quick to fold up when
They threatening your pockets
Acting like you got no remorse for life
How you a gangster getting
Punked by corporate types?
You a fraud, living a lie and a façade
I'm under the control of no man but God
What's wrong 'til ya put
Your opportunities on
You really gone, everybody tryna do it alone
Now the problems are too
Insurmountable to stand
And the people at your shows
You can count 'em on ya hands
Done with no love
To smoked, wife found him in the van
You was arrogant man, never been cordial
With no respect of those who came before you
You can see it in evil, sly and disagreeable
Now people use your shirts
To wipe their vehicles
Reading them rights so ya mind will be tight
Stop tryna be like fools who tryna be liked
Everybody who looking for a creative handout
Tryna stand in, it's time to stand out
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
You can't write me out of history
Go read your lesson
My essence is too deeply embedded in
The past and the present
They want to keep this real
Music off the station, good
Let's bar fake radio cats from
Coming in the hood (kill 'em)
My regime was established to
Torture your team
I'm leaving corpses inside of
This corporate machine
Commercial, radio ain't tryna
Resurrect the dead so kill 'em all and bring
The program director's head
See that's the only way a
Snake can ever be handled no more meat
No more going through the proper channels
Keep stunting
It'll be your time to take some lead
I wish the DJ would ask
Me to break some bread i got a circle of hot
Heads that'll break your legs
Y'all the kind of cats
That communicate with feds
You don't control my destiny
I got mine in my hand
Shout out to Trae, I'm with ya homie
I'm tryna get banned
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
We make music for the love
We ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke
It's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed
My intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game
Unless you mention my name
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