Royce Da 5'9" - Placebo lyrics

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Royce Da 5'9" - Placebo lyrics

[Verse 1: GRIP] Got a verbal machine gun, you never seen one (Yeah, yeah) Vocab throw jabs, you thought a bee stung, you thought your sh*t was heat, huh? (Yeah) The fu*k you get that beat from? Go get a refund (Yeah) You gotta reload, infinite clips like I got the cheat code Spittin' a brick like I copped from Chico You wasn't in the mix, you watched through peephole Staring out the window, witnessing living at a quicker tempo But ain't no reset this not Nintendo, our life was preset Dark is a defect, you got the remote, you take your seat yet? You get to see death all over C notes I ain't no preacher, don't be calling me woke, just ain't been sleep yet This ain't for V necks, go get your peacoat, I see your feet cold Just take a deep breath and watch me heat check all of your heroes They didn't heal you, that's just placebo I'm just a nappy headed negro aka reject My alter ego get all the respect, but if you see, bro Off in the streets, bet your ass would relapse If you ain't know that he raps like, fu*k the verses, he'll clutch your purses My stream of income through a streaming service If you don't listen, they gon' deem me worthless, so I need every purchase (Yeah) That's why I'm steady workin', I'm a heady person So I go through dry spells, but this sh*t feel like a levy burstin' (Yeah) Open the floodgates, they knew I was special after that snub tape Just thought l'd touch base, this is the update [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] COVID constantly, code red boundaries, how could we While gossiping, culturally grow responsibly? Cops or the ops to be cokeheads cop from me Them hotels got me a protest consciously Rolex watch on me, feds clockin' me, we on less Property, [?], mo' debt, invest stock in the oppressed Controlling yo' net-profitting Told y'all 'bout them Jim Crow laws, that's more/less prophecy My bars be trap, my car seat's back Against odds, my cards be stacked, my Wall Street black I dreamt all would pay me in health, it's degrading to do pilates Generational wealth, ni**as say we Illuminati To be religiously Christian versus dissettlement Perfect embezzlement, b*tch, we get [?], worship the devil, rich Melanin vibration indebted to God, gracious They scared of Sanaa Lathan, genetic annihilation, uh This ain't what B.I.G. meant when he came and kicked in your door New whip for ni**as that walk, look rich for ni**as that's poor You bang for ni**as that's soft, new chain for ni**as that floss You sins for ni**as, that's God, you win for ni**as, that's lost all Them top models come out with them see-through panties I bleed blue Brandy and [?], I buy the Hebru Brantley's [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] I'm entitled to [?], so I got Harvard on my app The ops just be callin' me light, then [?] falls into my lap Them exacts suspended your record that'll send you a extra exorcism So keep your respect, we just reap the regrets of nepotism I'll dollar bill you or check, but you got to be specific I got to keep you in check, so you got to be complacent From A to Z, only you can compare with the streets But only we can play musical chairs with the seats [Verse 4: GRIP] Yeah, and I'm black, so I got a target on my back (But where you at?) Atlanta, Georgia, where I started on the map Was bargainin' for scraps, they lethargic, I'm bargin' in for racks The margin is startlin', this who you thought was harder with the raps? What's the argument? Really ain't no guardin' him, in fact I step back, let it fly, I'm James Harden with the strap Might just travel wit' it, to get a shot off in the clutch We both paid to be the boss, but it ain't cost you as much And even bosses get touched, so keep your head on a swivel And pray you end up at the top and not dead in the middle Out-of-towners pull up with diamonds and they bezel and dentals Think sh*t sweet 'til lil' ni**as pump lead in your rental, ha Got 'em duckin' shots, the juggernaut to stuff you in a fu*kin' box I just checked the mud on top, you dug the plot I tuck the Glock from which the slugs was popped that struck the ops Who thought this sh*t was bu*terscotch? I'm finna crank this up a notch

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