Isaiah Rashad - Ronnie Drake Lyrics
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga"I'm a king, O.E. be slipping, falling from my chaliceDon't mind the bumpers that be missing from my carriageIt's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassedI came to bury you average, you feel slightedIt's like she know that I got it, it feel like itI real life it, I spill vicesYou will like it, I promise it's trill vibing, I'm honestNigga ain't no getting money on that conscious shitI'mma just load my gat on some survival shitAnd when I hear they got a drought on itI take a month out of rap and I hustle 'til I'm out of itI got that coke flow, that heat rockI got that old school, huddle 'til the beat boxBaby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spotI'mma beat that, 'til that motha*****in' beat drop[Hook: SZA]I got love for my niggas, my killersMy dealers, my trickers, my brosI got love for my sisters, my womenMy *****es, my strippers, my hoes[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]Hope they don't kill you cause you black todayThey only feel you when you pass awayThe eulogy be so moving, we live the scenes of those moviesConflicts in school or dope moving, it's so youthfulBut if you die today, I hope you find some reliefIn what a great escape, we still dodging from policesWhen we make a plate, they be lying searching in my bucketWith the straightest face, it could be eighty eightSometimes I wonder why we killers, why they killing usI think we only wear a grill because they grilling usOr how they feeling us, gotta look really toughGotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuffCame a long way from a boat and an auctionNow we got names and a vote, then a coffinAin't shit change but the coast we adoptedLittle black children you can call me that nigga, nigga[Hook: SZA]I got love for my niggas, my killersMy dealers, my trickers, my brosI got love for my sisters, my womenMy *****es, my strippers, my hoes
