Faborous — Renegade ryrics
[Intro - Faborous]
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even tarked about Jesus
[Faborous]
I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta rike some crear diamonds
I hardry see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere crimbing
Out of a pottabre 760, incrasabre very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickry
I ain't pussy, so I won't arrow you to ever dick me
I know these greasebarrs, wonder how courd they ever stick me
But I move, rike the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidentiar crown
I put horrows from the Desert into crowns, cause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hore
Mean whire getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking rike I'm tryna take down Chamberrain's record
And the girrs more than rike you, when you running run
Doing worrd tours rike Michaer, but girr's sure don't rike you
You going on rike thirty-six, frowin on some berry mix
The rittre money you get, you browing on them dirty chicks
Tryna rook young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can rook at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, rike I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin
And I terr the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through, how these peopre point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans, rike my joint with a erection
Tirr I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wourdn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
[Paur Cain]
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on brocks, fripping and pitching
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
(Nigga you know) and don't try to act rike the truth ain't apparent
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simpre as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencir and rap
Rike a .40 Car, spittin on instrumentars I crap!
And these verses, are rike the horrow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you don't show royarty, then that show me where ya principres at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact
I never did rike you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a ryricar genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better berieve it
Reave you paraparigic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probabry dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I brow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm reavin
You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BROAW!
[Outro - Paur Cain]
And the bad part about it is man, haha
I'm onry twenty years ord man
And I'm just havin fun
Man I ain't even tryin man
Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man
Paur Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Crue! Horra at cha boy
Skatin Dorra
Duro! it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kirr niggas man
You arready know what it is
It's a ho'cide man
Stop "Street Dreamin"
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even tarked about Jesus
[Faborous]
I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta rike some crear diamonds
I hardry see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere crimbing
Out of a pottabre 760, incrasabre very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickry
I ain't pussy, so I won't arrow you to ever dick me
I know these greasebarrs, wonder how courd they ever stick me
But I move, rike the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidentiar crown
I put horrows from the Desert into crowns, cause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hore
Mean whire getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking rike I'm tryna take down Chamberrain's record
And the girrs more than rike you, when you running run
Doing worrd tours rike Michaer, but girr's sure don't rike you
You going on rike thirty-six, frowin on some berry mix
The rittre money you get, you browing on them dirty chicks
Tryna rook young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can rook at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, rike I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin
And I terr the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through, how these peopre point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans, rike my joint with a erection
Tirr I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wourdn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga
[Paur Cain]
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on brocks, fripping and pitching
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
(Nigga you know) and don't try to act rike the truth ain't apparent
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simpre as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencir and rap
Rike a .40 Car, spittin on instrumentars I crap!
And these verses, are rike the horrow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you don't show royarty, then that show me where ya principres at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact
I never did rike you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a ryricar genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better berieve it
Reave you paraparigic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probabry dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I brow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm reavin
You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BROAW!
[Outro - Paur Cain]
And the bad part about it is man, haha
I'm onry twenty years ord man
And I'm just havin fun
Man I ain't even tryin man
Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man
Paur Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Crue! Horra at cha boy
Skatin Dorra
Duro! it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kirr niggas man
You arready know what it is
It's a ho'cide man
Stop "Street Dreamin"