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revolutionary ride music - dj efn lyrics

have all the respect but i’m still making dough doe
these lames hate hard, and talk greezy but when they see me,
let’s take a photo
rappers don’t want to go toe to toe, they don’t though
f-ck a mic, see me in kyoto on the corner
ball in china like marbury, call me daryl lynch strawberry
your moms can only tell you in so many ways be good
where you crazy hood, what you doing?
making moves with my ghetto squad
doing the old tech drills, swipe down a chick’s -ss with a metro card
then ran a train, but f-ck b-tches it’s that green
like a plantain that we planted with tame
how you doing? can’t complain
your droog going stomping on the campaign
i don’t p-ssyfoot around, put it down
with miami’s own efn
pop sh-t and don’t care who we offend

this is what you call revolutionary ride music
vibe to it, there ain’t no telling who i influence
(my lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence
(blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)

started out a featherweight, worked my way to heavyweight
started drinking every day, the lord took my legs away
told me i was speeding so i slowed down and i told him
i don’t need them, imma sober up and levitate
some call it a spiritual awakening
but the feeling down my spine i got from not making
it gave me a fear of chill from laziness
n-body wants to fold, regardless if you unfold
you know it’s real when your own call and put you on hold
but all praises due to the most high
hope both my daughters know before i die i thought they were beautiful
i’m laughing all the way to the bank, see i get it
envision, everybody that paint just can’t be banksy
my spirit is the clearest it’s ever been, with no distractions
except maybe my b-tch overreacting
but based off of past sh-t that i put her through she halfway forgave me for
i would say she acting how she supposed to be acting
i’m just a real n-gg- straight from my mother’s stomach
ain’t enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it
mark my words, my words shall leave marks on these street corners
and y’all are gonna pay me homage

this is what you call revolutionary ride music
vibe to it, there ain’t no telling who i influence
(my lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence
(blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)

when i’m on i sound off in this
prepare for war, everything’s fair game as i
lock on the target, pop it and aim
exotic weed, indulge your brain
but those a whole ‘nother strain
arabic ties to my government name and sh-t
head blow harder than a martyr strapped with a bomb to his body
word is bond, quiet through my silence acknowledge the service providers
efn, from mia to ny his reach extends
i got that zen-like flow, as i dive into a meditative state like zo
now rating in the zone
reciprocating love with crazy hugs so i’m all good
pop bottles of pain, twist them backwoods
then form a cypher and spark a bonfire
on these ny streets of concrete and barbed wire
this applies to the users, this is what you call revolutionary ride music

this is what you call revolutionary ride music
vibe to it, there ain’t no telling who i influence
(my lifestyle) ignorance and intelligence
(blowing clouds of loud, mixing up the elements)

- dj efn lyrics

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