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damage control - t-stone lyrics

track 5 – damage control

[verse 1: t stone]
9 times out of 1o ,i’m too rebellious
i’m quick to pull back the trigger for all my alias
i cross em out
for talking loud and they ain’t back it up
i’m shape shifting
my star sign is not regular

f*ck the top ten they ain’t good enough
i can take em on without a song in a single chart
next best thing after casper and khuli chana
album of the year is what i claim once i put out

these other n*ggas all suck if you ask me
i put em in a column like i am winograsky
if you ain’t a question paper how the f*ck you gon test me
got too many rhymes i probably should’ve opened a factory
ee

roll a j so i can flow like a jet sky
i’m bout to f*ck the game up like i took down the panty
and i heard life is a b*tch but you can tell we got chemistry (mxoaaa)
never been a chef but in the booth i’m the recipe
i got yellow bones that’d probably ditch home just to marry me
but i gotta get this money way before i have family
i’m like corona virus every day i make enemies
but my music is the cure i swear to god i’m the remedy
ee

[chorus :t*stone]
put it on blast
f*ck a fake n*gga any day
put it on blast let the hood dance to it

put it on blast
f*ck a fake b*tch any day
put it on blast let the hood dance to it

put it on blast
i got jayz in my face
put it on blast let the hood dance to it

[verse 2 : t stone]

i’m at a point of no return let my sperm go
young black and gifted so i move like i’m jango
in the stu with a pistol and i wrote names on the ammo
book smart but i’m busy pushing drugs in the ghetto
they find it hard to catch up cause they moving so d*mn slow
i’m a lyrical assassin what you think i was here for
i’m trying to see myself smoking l’s in a lambo
bad b*tches on my neck as they dance to the tempo
chain hanging on my neck like it’s a piece of the temple

you gotta dance with the devil before you land on my level
you gotta replicate the fire that you hear in my demo
i’m at a point where catching bodies comes and goes with the memo
f*ck a critic they can suck my d*ck and chock on the mass flow
chicks say i’m an assh0l*
its cool i can live with that but not without cashflow

not without the passion that i wear like a rain coat
the hunger for success your peers lack so they stay broke
a d*ck that f*cks a black and white chic in the same stroke
yeah yeah yeah yeah…
i don’t mean to disrespect but tell your mother i said

[chorus :t*stone]
put it on blast
f*ck a fake n*gga any day
put it on blast let the hood dance to it

put it on blast
f*ck a fake b*tch any day
put it on blast let the hood dance to it
put it on blast
i got jayz in my face
put it on blast let the hood dance to it

put it on blast
i got jayz in my face
put it on blast let the hood dance to it

ey yeah
ey yeah
ey yeah
ey yeah

- t stone lyrics

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