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redan rd - damez lyrics

[verse 1: damez]
(yeah) bills late or bills paid, i’m still a go getter
before a n*gga come for me, he better know better
place any n*gga next to me i bet they won’t measure
you know how big damez coming, no flaw, no error
been through some bad weather but i won’t fold ever
so fine, so clever, ain’t another n*gga rarer
and life done went and made me a f*ckin’ diamond from the pressure
got money on the drеsser, b*tch i switched out the komprеssor
and if you get to playing then you better know the game
b*tch it’s motherf*cking damez, the world gonna know the name
ima poet, ima soldier, i got wars on my resume
rollin’ in my youth and i’m still rollin’ in my present day
working for the seventh day, b*tch i don’t get no days off
dropping all these plays off, i can’t wait ’til this sh*t pays off
this music never left my side
when it’s no one else, bet the beat gone ride
i gotta go harder when the pressure’s applied
if all else fails, just tell ’em i tried
got my foot on the pedal and i’m pushing the gas
smoking too much and i’m living too fast
but if sh*t get bad and i’m on my last?
bet i’ll have my pen and i’m bringing my pad
shoutout my eastside n*ggas still dreaming
n*ggas say they loyal but they don’t know the meaning
outta my sp*ce, get ‘em outta my orbit
cost me my peace? then i can’t afford it, n*gga
[verse 2: bakari b.]
eastside the legends, redan birthing stars
you know it’s the hood when you see the red car
running this sh*t from mainstreet to martin
we hearing you talking, we know we go hard
thinking sh*t sweet when you coming around
scheming on folks, you thinking we neighbors
kick in yo door, run in yo spot
“gimme the loot!” you know we the raiders
cracka’s the klan, the back door they knocking me
f*ck is you talking ‘bout? nothing is stopping me
dodging the gun, dodging the law, ms. boger be tripping i feel like she clocking me
lost in high school, they teaching us wealth
they saw what in me i couldn’t see in myself
pride in the way, i don’t need no help, moving in stealth
what you know about black mob and da fam and them?
f*cking you up and yo man’s and them
hooking in murfield or catch you at stonecrest
d*mn, they talking ‘bout blaming ’em
da juice in this b*tch and you know i’m the man
we come from survival, the f*ck is the plan?
we come from the hood and you don’t understand
we do this for ryo and thurst and lil nan’
hotlanta, yeah we came from the heat
mmm, some of us came from the streets
mmm, d*mn, you lying on wax? yeah, mmm, where yo receipts?
real redan, we created these keys
moving in packs, we don’t f*ck with no sheep
pop*pop*pop, we’ll dead this beef
but everybody tired of singing r.i.p
juice
[damone tyrell]
yeah, you know what it is n*gga, eastside sh*t
from buffalo all the way back to stone mountain
aye damez what up? yeah, it’s heavy

[verse 3: damone tyrell]
new elevation i’m on some sh*t n*ggas got confused
don’t misuse my pen game just to go out and pop the tool
chip on my shoulder, i hold the weight of a boulder
and i would be out my career if i had stuck to your quota
they hate the younger me but since a n*gga got older
i traveled far to the dark side while i stayed on my yoda
n*ggas ain’t never give me my props so i grew colder
and now i’m in this game looking at n*ggas like “i told ya”
i’m locking em up, n*ggas been clenching they jaws
but they just been popping too much, still not enough
please don’t be calling my phone yapping irrelevant stuff
n*ggas been saying that they down to ride
sorry to say they don’t peddle enough
b*tches be saying they p*ssy numb pain but just like ya mouth, ya medicine sucks
i been away from the a, used to be my second home
friends and my family always be blowing me up, they just won’t leave me alone
stadium couldn’t hold none of my thoughts f*ck around i’d prolly shatter the dome
funny how every time i would veer outta my lane, redan was always the road, i stuck to the code

[champ santiago]
yeah, shoutout my n*gga damez
sent me some real playa sh*t, real eastside sh*t, cloth talk
certain n*ggas of a only type of fabric will understand
[verse 4: champ santiago]
i go to sleep, then i wake up in the morning, i know it’s a bag waiting
$40 on 3, keep the receipt, pull up on me at the gas station
keeping it g, playa lowkey, and you know i’m in the back waiting
i’m from a street you better not stop at
we got it poppin’ cause they took the projects
one big trap department store, what she need? cop that & more
the same n*gga from way before, now see me its on the tours
h*lla bad women from wall to wall, my main one hotter than a molotov
put this heat in dialogue, read these beats like monologue
come pick me up at my lowest, reaching me right at my highest
f*ck it you gotta stay focused, you know this game get biased
i peace it up with the soldiers, only shake up with the riders
i do this sh*t for the culture, could give a f*ck about some comments

[outro]
(yeah) redan rd n*gga
real eastside sh*t
yeah

- damez lyrics

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