young c
narking dues
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NARKING DUES

{Verse 1 Freegeegaah}

I started writing when I was fifteen. I started rhyming lyrics when I was eighteen

Although, I was still a teenager; haters downgraded me and said I cannot do a thing. And these were n***as I was looking up to as hommies

All their intentions to me was nice. I never knew it was all smoke screen just to get me distracted, until when I had to scrutinize; my instinct told me that this fake a** n***as wanted to put me in jeopardy

I did not say anything, instead I left them in the ignorance of their own lies

Jealous n***as I despise/Behind my back they will gather themselves like flies surrounding sh** just to analyze bullsh**

{Hook: Raw Teknik}

Narking dues; fake n***as acting like they good

They ain't no foreigners, am talking boys in da hood

When you find another n***a not sticking to the rules

Bring him out and punch his head, he's going back to the nooks

{Verse 2 Freegeegaah}

Water and oil don't mix so like water and oil, I couldn't align with them

Some say the future is dark cos you can't see it but I doubt it cos these snitches envy me like am MVP

When they saw that my future was bright. Remember I was the oil and they were the water. I was ontop floating on the surface; they were below boasting like they could win a court case. Check them well, you will see that they are rude only posing as good in front of you but behind your back they will say all bad and false words against you. Why waste your time with them?

They can't pay your bill or even give you meal. Snitches don't care how you feel. They only want to see you kneel and beg like a tenant in debt looking for mercy from the landlord. All I gotta say is keep your circle small. “Freegeegaah”

Hook:

Narking dues; fake n***as acting like they good

They ain't no foreigners, am talking boys in da hood

When you find another n***a not sticking to the rules

Bring him out and punch his head, he's going back to the nooks

{Verse 3 Raw Teknik}:

You done got the clique, you done got the shook ones

So they step on you and then they treat you like a foot-mat

You found a n***a who could keep it real but couldn't last

I caught your lying a** so you can call me polygraph

They say “I got yo back” Really? n***a where you at?

f**ing n***as stab yo back just to get an a**

And then they smile to cover the act. Attack you with a gat

And that's the path that they have chosen as opposed to all the motives you be hoping when they posing as your hommies to deposit all the glories (hatred) that they got for you

In other words am saying your man could be a crook

He could say “I love you dawg” and still k** you for some puss

To tell the truth, n***as leave from the root

You treat a n***a like a brother then you bring him closer

p**y n***as acting loyal but they got surprises for ya

We need the right standards not revolvers

You commit the crime then involve us

You coming around to watching me grind so maybe you can find something to indict my a** and yap your mouth about the plans that I've been keeping for a while

I'll make you whine, inscript the rhymes into your mind and use it as a weapon

All your efforts gona be shattered in a second

Nowadays am kinda careful not to move with the wrong disciples using all the friendly methods

I act like a broken record, cos n***as are ready to frame you like wedding pictures

But when you're square then you can't fit into the circle. #Raw