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letra de nino's lips - hundred round kado

[intro: vic mensa]
see, real just recognize real man
i remeber, i called kado, i told him it was go time
n-gga ain’t ask no questions, i appreciate a n-gga like that man n-ggas trynna take my life for real, we immortal though
you understand me?

[verse: hundred round kado]
rain pours, 22s turn to 40s, been livin’ like this since a shorty
they said that i was too raw to make music for the shorties
i really had a story so i’m happy they ignored me
the hood ain’t seen no action lately, just mean that i’m gone
passive aggressive so i chat with a tone
honor every act, learned that from the stones
name in the books, yeah i’m actually known
they pin us on the news when them ratchets get blown
but it’s eyes wide shut when them crackers is wrong
let my dawgs free, welcome back, welcome home
somebody out bid him, he been trump for too long
put his wife on the pound, give a bid to her sons, play[….] on the yard
have his daughters thinkin’ they bricks for a wall
then make ’em break it down, ship them bricks to [….]
and dear momma, 2-pacs? man c’mon
i’m brenda with them babies if it’s trash then i’m gone
have them fiends hooked on, put that in a song
so the grip that i lost, i spend that on some arms
i’m joe pesci in casino b-tch, but i’m black and got nino’s lips
where the carter n-gga?
i’m my brothers keeper and a father n-gga
so if i die right now i be a martyr n-gga
but what else is left to do when all your soilders gone?
got talent but you caught a body ‘for you wrote a song
back when i was serving b-lls like pokémon
dipped in white linen lookin’ like i got a toga on
come with show money, lemme send you package
that coke will disprare like we were sellin’ magic
sat back in trap, strap, lettin’ it happen
i had fiends shooting dope eating fentyal pacthes
area bad but the business is good
so them stoves stayed on and those syringes were full
bankin’ on these crack benches all the intrest i pulled
but they ain’t stopped smoking like the lil’ engine that could
i get it shakín’ n-gga, like a dope head in the detox
ain’t no waitin n-gga
swap them bobos in some reeboks, i handle mine
i ain’t no one owing me guap
‘cuz i lock in that shower and get it sounding ike a beat box
it’s kado
[verse: vic mensa]
i spit that sh-t that pookie smokes since n-ggas was playin’ yu-gi-oh!
now it’s movie roles, valee, a pair in my studios
angela davis in my cadence with a huey flow
been too out of the box to fit inside a cubical
i move in small circles with some large earners
shades on in the vert like i’m bob burnquist
i’m going 1080, tony in his prime b-tch
i’m talking hawk, soprano, tony montana’ uh
rock like derryal b-tch i only bag dimes
20 carats on my sh-t so i gotta shine
imagine workin a 9-5 trynna be the jefferson
hard to move on up when you focused on the bottom line
i feel yo’ pain
we twin flames, i mean we different but we still the same
and we don’t live on plantations but we still in chains
empaction proclamation ain’t change sh-t
there’s more n-ggas locked up today than there were ever slaves
big facts, astronomic to be exact
myth of abraham lincoln, that’s a lotta big cap
and n-ggas ain’t used to thinkin’ so i hide it in my raps
we blow up a n-gga block like bin laden in iraq
i call kado he said “them shottas is on the way”
who, where, when, whenever it’s doa
potato head n-ggas get chipped like frito-lay
this that crack music, spit from the lips of nino face!
[outro]
white cargo
rock-a-bye baby

- hundred round kado

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