Correction Paroles Help Yourself par King ISO

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Yeah, come a long way
You all won't be shooting in the gym, on me
Woah, woah, woah

The family gotta eat, told my niggas help yourself, ayy
Before you help a team, yo you gotta help yourself, ayy
When I ain't have a thing, niggas told me help yourself
So I did it now they need me, I told em
Help yourself, help yourself
Niggas hated on the don, now they sayin "put me on"
Help yourself, help yourself
Going brazy I be going, Doc keep sayin "where you goin"
Hold up

I remember me and Taebo sleeping in the graveyard
Life was hella strange back then now I can't take my chain off
Mi amigo's bread was offset bitch now watch me take off
From the sandlot, was in the field ain't talkin baseball
Hold up let me hoop like MJ, G, I'm dope like a boss
You knew I was dope before you even took the tape off
Niggas used to eat in front of my face, I everyday starved
So hungry I'll eat a steak raw, with no steak sauce
Then we'll be sippin on them Grandma Moses everyday, oh
Run up on hundred thousand off Dementia let me thank y'all
Superman just started banging and he took his cape off
Iso saves the soul of Jesus Christ but I can't save y'all
I'm smoking that fire like laid off, nigga that's work, no days off
Gassin like Zyklon B, you just wanna hand out, Adolf
My plate's full till it's scraped off, catch a bullet like a head, fake cough
Niggas steady wolfin like the Great Lodge, cause they never fail, like a state charge
Meanwhile

[ Taebo Tha Truth & King Iso]
Aye Iso I'm really tired of you playin with these niggas bro
(Woah, woah)
Fuck all that fake humble shit nigga (woah)
Bring Killa Rel back (woah)

Bitch I need a large mansion, will settle for a 5-bed and 3-bath in South Branson
Crazy how I'm ballin, oh man, goddamn it
I'm Charles Manson in a vid where he starts dancin
I got a boss ass bitch , y'all catfish
I ex bars that's it, y'all average
I been getting tall cash y'all haven't
Air's in your bag like car crashes
Imma smash y'all bad chicks in the bed then the bath
And be on there, raw dog that bitch
Throw her in a tie, homie like all [cabinets?]
With these songs get burned like a compact disc
Anybody that I came in contact with
Couldn't see me through a motherfuckin contact lens
I been tryna tell a vision imma come cash it
But like a chick broke her arm, would you [broadcast?] it
All I really wanna do is take a mill [I call a fool?]
But all these rapper niggas wanna make me stop that shit
Now [I'm on a needy hand?], like some cars that flip
Fuck around and cut em off, of my heart traffic
I just left the matrix, had to log back in, ayy
Halitosis nigga let me talk my shit, ayy
To take care of your people with the wrong action, ayy
We eatin it hella good, I hope you brought napkins, niggaa

Woah, woah, woah, woah

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