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Aight Who want some of Debo Love god, but I ain't Tebow Cause I be out here Taking shots for fouls against me like a free throw Ouu That's nasty Free all my dogs like lassie If ya ever touch Fat or Baby Fat Hell ya might as well Buy a casket Ouu I'm a savage When it come to static It get problematic If you touch my lineage Or cabbage I can't have it Most of my patnas Don't know who they dad is It get tragic Where i'm from ain't lavish They grew up some bastards Chasing cash and Coochie SongtexteAnd it usually Came from lack of guidance That's why I ain't moved By all these goofy Actin rappers wildin It's astounding How much counseling We need for PTSD I can't fathom The amount of counsel We need in the streets It's offensive That's why i'm not apprehensive With the tech I was really in them trenches Then transcended Out the jects Don't believe me Go ask Ceece Ask Lil Early Ask K Dub Hell ask Fat I'm so swat I scream southwest When we make love It's just in me No pretending My hands the only thing That is friendly I don't need a Beamer Benz Or a Bentley To have a whole slew of Bops compliment me The gold in my teef Was done complimentary The flow is unique And lowkey relentless My goal is to speak To folk without bending The truth and to free The globe from pretending Ouu Aight bet If you don't feel that Then you prolly dead If you get slapped And don't fight back That mean you prolly scared But it's all gravy Where we from That mean you just a lame When Debo come If you don't run You better tuck yo chain Yea Yea Aight bet If you don't feel that Then you prolly dead (ouu) If you get slapped And don't fight back That mean you prolly scared (don't be scared) But it's all gravy Where we from That mean you just a lame (you so lame) When Debo come If you don't run You better tuck yo chain It's the young queen mother Baby what it do If I bark then my squad bark Like a Q And we bite But we don't fight Unless it get greasy Bring danger anywhere we be You'll be endangered species Ouu My flow torch like tiki Ouu I resort if need be To Violence if my tribe riots We in yo grill like BBQ Pack hardware like cpu Cause shaitan be plotting But I stay on my toes like stockings And on guard like stockton Ouu My beats bang like compton Ouu I'm stone cold like Austin Ouu My flow wild like Rodman Every bar deserve a coffin Ouu Cause i'm killing it The feeling is Surreal when ya building with The ones who held you down And instilled you with The thoughts that you should dwell Where the spirit is And I'm appreciative Deceased the weeks the beats Couldn't reach the kids I used to teach the lief Techniques to win But now I beast on beats And release the pen Every now and then To display my zen I tell my kin It's more than one way to win They show they skin And know it's portrayed as sin But my flow let them know They got Yah within Aight bet If you don't feel that Then you prolly dead If you get slapped And don't fight back That mean you prolly scared But it's all gravy Where we from That mean you just a lame When Debo come If you don't run You better tuck yo chain Yea Yea Aight bet If you don't feel that Then you prolly dead (ouu) If you get slapped And don't fight back That mean you prolly scared (don't be scared) But it's all gravy Where we from That mean you just a lame (you so lame) When Debo come If you don't run You better tuck yo chain Aus Songtexte Mania