Rickie Jacobs - European Rugs Lyrics
I turn off the radioI turn off the radioI payed my dues, did my due diligenceRude to the new lyricist, grew like HoustonI been true to the coacher, I refuze to loose wheneverNew management never had that shit, these BenjaminsIs waiting for me, just like a magic trickWhen i was eighteen, I used to play devil's advocateBut back to these Benjamins, is too busy spending 'emAlupis is my favorite rapper, Alupis and EminemI think I would symbol them, but at least when I wannaAin;t got yhe album of the year, I'mma keep it with HannahBang, bang, man, the game is all *****ed up nowI be one you doubt to make you shut the ***** up nowLook! You could have answered my calls, I get the pictureIt didn't take long to see that we different niggas, butAin't no pick me up, and here, you don't even have toSo ***** that lift that you put together, that's not the battleThat's just prank that offense, they ain't even strapped on shitIt's obvious that we some niggas that love basketAw, aw aw aw, my microphone on, I write the due palm, turn that shit into a songGet your ***** out the dom, turn that THOT, that's an upgrade from a dotYou gon' suck it or not? Goddamit, I kill everybodystandingNiggas is dying inside my city,If I ain't run it, then nigga would beLiving and loving, you got slander for whatYou ain;t living your dreams, you barely making the cutThis is knowledge in it's final form, ain't no legends 'round meThey more like dinosaurs, tryna make the final fallYou still in college, from my first semester to nowI been polished, you bound it? I highly doubt itYou ain;t giving your girl the intentionShe hitting Mollie. Now she hitting your wearsAnd I'm receiving the sloppyBut you lack intelligence, ain't even relevant, Kevin AliaI started on making copies and made it a helping hobbyI screamed ***** the radio!***** the radio!***** the radio!***** the radio!With a wack attempt for a hookIt don't (???)My niggas get booked, all I gotta do is flushTo get your girlfriend that look,All I gotta do is bless her with some liquor and cushHair blowing in the wind, ride a shotgunTest my nigga up, like yo, I got one!I've got a chip on my shoulder big as the planetUnemployed with a child, but I've been able to manageI'm broke as a *****, I really wanna play SantaMy nigga got married, I'm *****in' the wedding plannerBut everything is good, life is greatI've learned a lot of lessons from my mistakes
