Zay Racks - Street Fable Lyrics

I may not always show my pole just know im always clutchin
I put my life down for my brother don't you niggas touch him (Don't you touch him)
It's music to my ears whenever i hear that glizzy spit (Who getting hit)
I'm dropping everybody in this bitch

I need some real niggas to ride wit the team
I need a real bitch just to blow on some green
I need me a sprite gotta pour up some lean
3 Grams in the wood cuz you know I'm a feen
All these blunts to the head you know I'm in the clouds
I get high by my lonely these niggas is clowns
Can't fuck wit these niggas who run in my town
Cuz as soon as they're caught they start running their mouth And I'm putting em down
I don't fw snitches (Ha)
All of you niggas is bitches (Broke)
Don't talk bout a bag you ain't gettin (Bands)
I whip it up in the kitchen (Facts)
You know I'm all bout this money (Stacks)
Niggas get lit when i hop on the track
I'm speaking real shit so they running it back
Haters try taking my head off the map
You know I'm calling up Dakseh (Word)
You know he coming with Straps (Facts)
You know he calling the team (Yuh)
These niggas can't fw the pack (Gang)

I got some hittas so watch how you moving
My niggas don't flex it They clapping and shooting
We cut from a different cloth nigga you stupid
I'm feeling like shady cuz I'm bout to lose it

im losing my mind in this bitch (Crazy)
And I'm tryna find me a label (Wassup)
This niggas don't hear me when i just be spitting
But they know I'm perfectly able
(These niggas is sleep)
They know that I'm coming from hustle and poverty They just don't want me to make it
They know that I'm gonna be one of the greatest lil nigga i know that you hate it

I may not always show my pole just know im always clutchin
I put my life down for my brother don't you niggas touch him (Don't you touch him)
It's music to my ears whenever i hear that glizzy spit (Who getting hit)
I'm dropping everybody in this bitch

I'm dodging the feds i can't catch no more cases
I'm wining this war cuz i got all the aces
I don't give a damn if these fuck niggas hatin
This money and fame yeah it's mine for the taking
You say I won't boot man i know that you trippin
I'm shooting and scoring like I'm Scotty pippen
Getting this money however i get it
We straight from the mud so you know we the realist Ayy
All of you niggas is bitch made
Don't bring that shit over dis way
I'm only rolling wit hustlers so
Stay out my face if you ain't tryna get paid
AK I'm letting it spray (Spray)
These niggas ain't fucking wit Zay (Wit Zay)
I put the stick right to your face
Put him on skates now he doing the race

They thought I was done with this rap shit cuz them niggas made me a target
(Made me a target)
But Ima keep talking my shit til they kill me so don't get me started
(So don't get me started)
You know I won't let a fuck nigga stop me from losing my focus (Stop playing wit me)
So stay out my way if you niggas want beef cuz you know Ima blow it
(Zaysama Got Lamaas)
I ain't playing games wit you niggas
Step foot on my block and I'm pulling dat trigger
You looking for bandz man I'm looking for figures
The plan never changed Man we gotta get richer (Hustle, hustle)
i worried if you niggas test me
I stay wit blivky but we throw hands in bitch got me looking like Jet Li

I may not always show my pole just know im always clutchin
I put my life down for my brother don't you niggas touch him (Don't you touch him)
It's music to my ears whenever i hear that glizzy spit (Who getting hit)
I'm dropping everybody in this bitch