letra de you ain't got all the answers (believe me freestyle) - nagi hussein ft. elon
[verse 1: nagi hussein]
[verse 2: elon]
monday to sunday/
i swear to god i’ma beast n-gga/
don’t blame me/
my baby just gotta eat n-gga/
funny how rappers claiming they all street n-ggas/
sh-t/
i’ll send my baby momma to beat n-ggas/
and we ain’t talking/
so guess i would have to tweet/
swishers/
buy em by the box/
it’s gettin me through the week/
buy for the low/
then get it back to my peeps/
most these n-ggas all soft/
they hard as a pack of peeps/
hard as they talk/
they know the sh-t hardly get back to me/
might talk a lot/
but in public don’t hear a peep/
be where they want/
but could hardly be in the street/
most these n-ggas saying they hard/
i could hardly compare my niece to em/
don’t be concerned with none of the sh-t that we doin/
mexican homies get you out ya sh-t n depot it/
and they’ll be back in a week if they get deported/
and i’ll be flexin in ya ring/
steve austin/
triple h/
randy orton/
man these n-ggas is actors like michael b jordan/
n-gga we spazz no matter what the sport is/
you could say that we black no matter what the ball is/
[verse 3: elon]
chevy riding slow/
beating up the block/
all i could do is think about my brother sleeping on a cot/
and i’m sure he thinking bout his brother reaching to the top/
and i’ma rape the game/
don’t believe me/
n-gga watch/
come success/
i’m skeeting in her tw-t/
and wait up in the crib/
like i’m scheming on her pops/
i’m finna treat the game/
like korean liquor spots/
i came in a jalopy/
now i’m leaving in a drop/
[verse 3: nagi hussein]
what’s the word on the block/
he otw from outta town what’s the word on them glocks/
this n-gga phone off (voicemail)/
hope he ain’t get jammed up but if he did n-gga better hit me soons he get his phone call/
hit any of ur clique yu kevin, james/
here comes the boom pull up shootin like i’m benny in the whip/
hemi in it/
i told yu don’t approach me on some skinny n-gga sh-t/
them russian b-tches phat but the sicilians legit/
never lookin back at poverty we made it out/
hail from the underground railroads n made it to the famous route/
new to the game but rap like we the greatest out/
treat the last verse like a bad b-tch we ate it out/
f-ck i’m disrespectful i don’t play the count/
n-gga it’s just music i ain’t gotta spit the same amount/
pull ur vapers out i get too high for ur standards/
so many barz in them stanzas/
im the boss tony danza/
i’m the hardest man standing/
shiid regardless we gon stop what yu plannin yu pop wit them hammas we war wit them cannons/
i tried to stop all the baggin/
but the block was demanding/
i scheme my doe off some yiddish/
but i mob like the panthers/
see i don’t hear lames out so n-gga fawk whatchu sayin/
big d-ck n some draggin b-lls she think she f-ckin a sayin/
nigas stunt bout ya shoes n how much yu dropped on them pants/
but that sh-t ain’t ralph n yu ain’t got all the answers
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