Social Club Misfits - Majestic lyrics

(X-Hustler) Ya'll ready, let's go Social Club, Full Ride baby Yeah! Let's Go!! [Verse 1: Thi'sl] I hear these haters talking Thi'sl this, Thi'sl that Everytime I hear Thi'sl spit Thi'sl hood, Thi'sl trap You rather hear me spit it Than really see ya boy with a strap I wonder if they really mad cuz' They know these really facts I'm really in the hood Goons off in my ride Ya'll do so much talking Ya'll gon' k** my vibe You really think that I care about Me being off of your top 5? Your top 5 couldn't walk the streets I tread on, and still be alive I'm 30,000 feet up Chilling with my feet up Tripping off the grace that Got me through what's underneath us, What? I know ya'll used to playing these baby games Yeah, we young and unashamed But we really not the same I'm real (Fernie) What up Thi'sl? Social Club Uhh! Yeah! [Verse 2: F.E.R.N.] AYO! HAHAHAHA!! Check out this bizzare Although I'm not a star They ain't lie about the car (Fernie) That's neither here or there Living with eternal purpose Can't duck the hearses Till then I'mma bust the verses I was the worstest Heavily loading my words with curses Readily, willing to flip that work And twerk that block, community service Ya'll ready know how I do brothers Careful, how I do others Social Club, that Misfit Gang And Me & Marty them Blues Brothers Caddy riding and that's factual Leathered up with that 'do blowing Feel me brother, that's actual Because I'm blood bought And my crew know it And, it's Fernie Fern and my name known Glorifying my Father's though It's Full Ride with that Social Club But, we only spitting out proper flows It's big papa Fern, No props or urns k** your flesh, resurrect with the Father, Word! Got it for cheap, salvation's free But, act now like the numbers on your T.V. screen Fernie! (MartyMar) Uhh! Yo, I feel like when that the green power ranger When he turned into the white one It's about to get real majestic in the booth Yeah, ya'll can call me NightHawk [Verse 3: MartyMar] Almost blew my brains out at 17 Fully loaded bad kids with suicidal tendencies Never had a lot of friends, I'm stuck here with my enemies Swamp us inside a cla**room, I felt like I could never leave! But, then I heard He came down to rescue me! I mean He came down here for little me! So, now when I look back it's so bittersweet Cuz' I went through hell and back for the kids who look like me Social Club be the gang of kids, we own the street Rocking Converse, because the Jordans are too much for me Even if you hated by the world then that's the way it seems It's more of us then them, the movement is insanity Ahhh!