Song: RNS
Artist:  Ev B, Wes B
Year: 2012
Viewed: 95 - Published at: 7 years ago

Yeah I'm on my shit man
Aye Wesley tell these niggas where I come from
I come from the
[Verse 1:Ev B]
Rose city so gritty no pity you can bet that my toes tippy
Flying in a jet yeah I got these hoes with me, Bad bitches Im a bad boy no Diddy
Spitting matchstick I'm a Christian not a Catholic magician yo this is written magic
Never skipping practice kissing on a bad bitch bitches getting flipped and I bet they're hitting backflips
Noah's Ark yeah you know I'm showing off aiming for the top so you know I'm throwing darts
Niggas give me props cuz they know my flow is art never gonna stop and you know I'm going hard
Kenny or Evan to get higher than me you'll need weed and many more reverends
Crowd's screaming encore give me more Evan best all time yeah 24/7
Weed gets tucked like Chris and he should give it up like a bitch can
I'm after bucks like a rich man all rappers suck like quicksand
So much power I can turn your house to dust why all you hating ass rappers got it out for us
I'm just a junior and I'm taking calculus if I don't get a deal sooner I'm about to bust
Don't tell me what to do cuz I don't like rules it's my choice and I wanna ride too
Keep sptting your boy's gonna die too this weed's hitting Troy Palomalu
Start your career over with a new name I got nothing to lose and everything to gain
Cuz right now I'm on the bottom of the food chain but I ain't tripping cuz I'm hotter than a blue flame
No Nike but you know I'm doing it dream is the league and you know I'm pursuing it
Got a lot of sense so I put my two in it feeling like a Mayan these I'm ruining
Kill the pussy but I never kill it softly she cumming faster than the speed of mach 3
I am on the map so that means you never lost me, I'm a black cat that means don't cross me
You don't wanna box I'm a kangaroo smoke weed sometimes I slang it too
Flows deep way deeper than a gang of dudes and make alot of noise is what I came to do
And I came to be the MVP I'm nobody just simply me
Rappers can't lie they envy me I have them retire like 23
You stupid you snoozing I'm hooping you losing
I been sick you clueless no Kendrick I do this
Rappers annoy me just like a nuisance I make classics just like The Blueprint
On the beat I'm a panther Cam Newton leave my mark everywhere I go like a shoe print
Yeah this nigga spit sick spitting real viscous, catch me on the top chilling with my nigga Clifton
Anybody dissing anybody tripping rappers go against the master and I'm whipping
And I'm on a mission better listen up to many sorry artists what they spitting sucks
Yeah you on the track but you only kicking dust I'm a giving nigga but I'm never giving up
Spitting like a cheetah spitting like a heater rapping so damn fast feeling like a cheetah
But I'm trynna earn my stripes like a zebra yeah I'm trynna earn my stripes like Adidas
Everybody knows what I'm spitting is heat better bow down get to kissing the feet
A millionaire is what this kid's gonna be fuck bitches get money mission complete(Gone)
[Verse 2: We$ B]
Pop bottles all night but I'm not an alcoholic
Deliver killer verses I spit coffins
You witness amazement these rappers is basic
Cuz my flow colder than a caveman
Pussy I cave in stacking green faces
Still around got these haters faceless
SB's on got em catching seizures
We some believers overachievers
Started from the bottom like a groundhog
Exceeded expectations and I clowned yall
I murder MC's watch them have downfalls
Life is to short so I stand tall
Count your blessings it's said from the reverend
Ev spark that pass it like Ramon Sessions
Can't see me youngster bossed up got it from my uncles
Success around the corner join the circle
Cocaine transactions they make them bricks do back flips
Confidential profile with work in the mattress
In my matress snub on the dresser if you test him
Them bullets shells will explode in your intestines
My older homies move in packs trynna live off rap
Not knowing he can get killed and he ain't coming back
Niggas quick to clap well where the casket at
While his home boy retaliates with gats
You better ask Ev where I come from
You niggas get gunned up choppers eat em up like supper
Real nigga Real nigga on the come up
I stay with shooters no Thunder
You motherfuckers know I'm a hustler

( Ev B, Wes B )
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