James Cannon - Promise lyrics

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James Cannon - Promise lyrics

[Intro] I know you like to think you sh** don't stank but The South stank harder than the stanky leg We be keeping it one hundred in New York and Philly Where ya silly a** rhymes will never make a milli You Yankee's see we stylin' on ‘you Wayne, Jeezy, TI in on ‘you Took ya girl hip hop now you getting' jealous She gettin' new hella cool fellas Ya'll been sippin' on that [Chorus] Hate, we call it the truth Hate, say it's just how we feel Hate, from the streets to the booth Hate, we call it keepin' it real (x2) [Verse 1] Wasn't raised in the ghetto Not from the street Don't sell crack Don't make beats Call me a sell out Cuz I makin' sales Meanwhile you You tryna make bail Jail all the time I'm on my CEO grind Only bars I'm behind They be servin' wine Yeah my girl white and We drama free livin' She not a hood rat don't Take without giving You's an Uncle Tom Imma' leave your a** alone Dippin' in that milk Something like an Oreo Shuck and jive Like a coon It makes no sense Like MF DOOM Nah you ain't the man Cuz' you pull up in the lambo Got us thinking damn Look at little black sambo You was a part of the fam yo You ain't a black man You's a white with a tan so Imma' show you [Chorus] Hate, we call it the truth Hate, say it's just how we feel Hate, from the streets to the booth Hate, we call it keepin' it real (x2) [Verse 2] Look at that chicken head Yaki down her back Olympic games You can see the tracks! Excuse me while I turn into Don Imus Nappy headed ho's you are not the finest Edges look rough like s** Relax your hair it look distressed GIIIIRL Light skin b like this is why I'm cute Skin the only reason why the looking at you boo Thought you was the business, so naïve? Typical delusions from a po' house slave Look at that dark bu*t chilling in the corner Mug stay mean cuz these dudes ain't on her Purple like rain rain go away please And don't come again with your daily hating Girl don't cry, wasn't tryna' be mean But you lookin' like Blade with a weave this is called [Chorus] Hate, we call it the truth Hate, say it's just how we feel Hate, from the streets to the booth Hate, we call it keepin' it real (x2)

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