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Bronx native, RAINEY drops a hefty verse over Arctic Monkeys' smooth and beautifully bass-y Arabella. Brought to you by Hearse Boys, and exclusively on our Bandcamp. Enjoy! :)
lyrics
I'm more New York than any nigga in an 8-Ball jacket.
You would think these dumb niggas want an 8-ball casket.
Claiming you move weight, but you 8-ball lackin
Lint in the corner of your pockets, that's 8-ball fashion.
Lot of niggas think a record makes them a threat.
Treat a month of jail time like a major offense.
I could leave any one of you wit a hole in your chest.
And not see a day in court 'cause I know a trick.
Fuck wit me.
I'm back now, the game stuck wit me.
Handing out knuckle sandwiches and clean buck fifties.
The pump wit me
Get a nigga wet like a sunk city
I duck bitches who claim they didn't wanna fuck wit me
But see me grinding and want me to beat the cunt filthy.
But I just let em rock and keep the blunt piffy
My cum sticky, so I just shut the bitch up wit it
Hearse Boys, only niggas that's gon' stunt wit me.
Yeah, I'm a funny nigga
But you move funny, nigga
Smack anybody that try to take my jewels from me, nigga.
I gave up for a minute, but I'm too hungry, nigga.
Do for myself what the game can't do for me, nigga.
Only rapper better than me is DOOM
Thats why I spell it all caps, write that shit on my tomb.
I'm paying dues, putting work in, gettin mine
Niggas claim they ballin until we compare credit lines.
You niggas got it all wrong, and you playing pretend
Worship drug lords like they don't get got in the end
My bread in good hands, that's an Allstate bar.
The hood love me, I don't need to spit a Scarface bar.
I'm just a nerdy nigga wit a lil bit if savage
Touching everything in reach like Trump at a Pageant.
Never fit in any lane, so I made up my own
So it's rubble all around me where there should be a throne.
You niggas claimin you hittin licks while you gripping the chrome.
But your aim fucked up, that's how they hit you at home.
I shoot a feather out the sky, I'm a marksman nigga.
So choose your word wisely before talkin, nigga.
credits
released January 17, 2017
ORIGINAL SONG BY ARCTIC MONKEYS. WE DO NOT OWN NOR CLAIM TO OWN THE RIGHTS TO ARCTIC MONKEYS OR ARABELLA OR THEIR ALBUM AM OR ANY OF THEIR MUSIC. THIS IS A REMIX AND DONE SO OUT OF RESPECT FOR THE ARTISTS.
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