CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Osama With Bands
Rap another verse about cars
This sh*t a facade
Get on my knees
Say a prayer
Im in need of allah
Drop bodies face down
Parking in the garage
Im a bad b*t*h
On stage like nicki minaj
How the f**k you selling
Dope
When you hide in the screen
Label got you by the neck
But its all for the streams
I come out on stage
Smiling
Like im out in a dream
Think you hot but how the crowd
Gone pop when you leave
Everyday
Something different
Guess im the physician
I ain't whippin dope
But i could make a bop
In the kitchen
Writing bars down
Making beats
While im doing dishes
Everybody else
Worried bout
They money and b*t*hes
Feeling good about my work
Send you n***as to church
I could make a couple bands
Just by dropping the merch
This is life baby
How the f**k you stop when it hurt
Whether rap or not im whipping in the wok
Till im dirt
Rap a verse blindfolded
With rocks on my hands
I ain't stopping drop the music
Cuz ill die for my fans
So raw
B*t*h ill rap over some pots and the pans
Terrorist tendencies
Im like osama wit bands
Came from the burgh
Thats a murder capital of new york
Ain't no acap
But boy i love to eat me some pork
N***as see a opportunity
Then wanna support
Kill a rapper wit a hockey mask
Like that was a sport
Put that lean down n***a
Its a brita inside
Getting crunk inside the function
Like im brokencyde
You still rap but you got kids
N***a handle yo life
We all numbers to the governent
And tryna survive
I remember that one time
I took some shrooms in the desert
I thought everything was f**ked
Like ill never do better
Now i got my own crib
Provolone goat and cheddar
On tour in the summer
Give f**k bout yo header
Religion for them n***as who
Ain't experience hell
Im spiritual a couple months
Ago i went there myself
Now im rollin down deep
Like my name is adele
Only by gods grace
That n***a cxrpse will excell
This sh*t a facade
Get on my knees
Say a prayer
Im in need of allah
Drop bodies face down
Parking in the garage
Im a bad b*t*h
On stage like nicki minaj
How the f**k you selling
Dope
When you hide in the screen
Label got you by the neck
But its all for the streams
I come out on stage
Smiling
Like im out in a dream
Think you hot but how the crowd
Gone pop when you leave
Everyday
Something different
Guess im the physician
I ain't whippin dope
But i could make a bop
In the kitchen
Writing bars down
Making beats
While im doing dishes
Everybody else
Worried bout
They money and b*t*hes
Feeling good about my work
Send you n***as to church
I could make a couple bands
Just by dropping the merch
This is life baby
How the f**k you stop when it hurt
Whether rap or not im whipping in the wok
Till im dirt
Rap a verse blindfolded
With rocks on my hands
I ain't stopping drop the music
Cuz ill die for my fans
So raw
B*t*h ill rap over some pots and the pans
Terrorist tendencies
Im like osama wit bands
Came from the burgh
Thats a murder capital of new york
Ain't no acap
But boy i love to eat me some pork
N***as see a opportunity
Then wanna support
Kill a rapper wit a hockey mask
Like that was a sport
Put that lean down n***a
Its a brita inside
Getting crunk inside the function
Like im brokencyde
You still rap but you got kids
N***a handle yo life
We all numbers to the governent
And tryna survive
I remember that one time
I took some shrooms in the desert
I thought everything was f**ked
Like ill never do better
Now i got my own crib
Provolone goat and cheddar
On tour in the summer
Give f**k bout yo header
Religion for them n***as who
Ain't experience hell
Im spiritual a couple months
Ago i went there myself
Now im rollin down deep
Like my name is adele
Only by gods grace
That n***a cxrpse will excell
