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let's grow - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

[royce da 5’9″]
real n-gg-z only. hah.
first of all, what’s my name? five-nine!
yeah. i got somethin for you
i got somethin for you, yeah

they call me royce 5-9 or, mr. always-ice-cold-wrist-ed
or mr. none-of-your-business
mr. consistant-in-conflict, for so dope lyrics (harvest)
the hardest hittin n-gg- in show bid’ness
came in this game with a p-ssy–ss att-tude
arrogant like, “shut up!” laughin that you a trick
i wasn’t happy before, but i’m happy today
i’m rappin today, lookin to get a plaque in my day
so i met this white boy one night
who turned out to be the illest human being i ever heard in my life
he took me under his wing, and showed me some things
and molded me into a pro until the flow was mean
taught me not to do it like this, but to do it like that
threw me all types of love and i threw it right back
though we don’t talk as much, we never let the game consume us
cause we too real, my n-gg- slim, let’s grow

[chorus: repeat 2x]
let us grow up, now we got here
we can’t stop here, we too far
all my n-gg-z, y’all my n-gg-z
and you all know who you are (let’s grow)

[royce da 5’9″]
yeah, royce 5-9 or, twelve men in one
about as explosive as them sh-lls in your gun
mr. quick-to-pull-a-thing-on-you just for your loot
mr. mr. mr. quick-to-swing-on-you before he shoot
i’m the finest tuned rappin machine rappin a scene
since, way back when there was only rappin in queens
suck my balls if you competin with me homeboy
i don’t dream, i’m the type to just be homeboy
sucka free is like a religion i honor and serve
and more common in words, a song witchu, what’s in it?
y’all n-gg-z is all punks and your jewels is rented
and your diamonds is all dark, like they blue but tinted
i would never kill none of y’all, i ain’t that fool
but i will stomp the sh-t out you, i ain’t that cool
you ain’t even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact
you better give me five feet when you see me, where you at?
let’s grow

[chorus]

[royce]
royce 5-9 or, one sick n-gg-
b-tches know that with me that the c-m gets quicker
mr., always-got-some-cris’-or-a-pistol
rather diss you than chill witchu and will hitchu
the insanest monster that came and conquered
a game that remains to be full of trained imposters
i will not let you n-gg-z talk to me (nope) no way
this is not what i’m here for, give me my money (uh)
f-ggots only attract f-ggots, and that’s that
you rap rat, you f-ckin roaches and black maggots
feelin my heat; i talk sh-t from the moment i wake up
turn right around and talk sh-t in my sleep – let’s grow

[chorus]

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