The Barhemian - f** What You Thought lyrics

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The Barhemian - f** What You Thought lyrics

[Verse 1: The Barhemian] Tell my n***a to run it Ay, The way I'm goin' I'll be on in the morn tomorrow And they'll be dead in the morgue tomorrow And they was fly til' the raid sprayed on the wall I should've warned them all, I was born to ball Born to stand tall, I wasn't born to fall I'm countin' these bands feeling wonderful These haters throwin' salt but it's going dissolve Cuz I'm on they off and i got that strawberry cough Paid the cost to be the boss, you look lost Pay attention lil n***a, it's a lesson being taught From the trenches where the debt'll tear your blessings apart What would you do if you were me, thats what I thought You cattin' off, thats not my loss (nope) I got them flows I'm D-O-P-E That really raw That off the chart I f**ed that girl and took her heart n***as is starved Keify be leafy getting blown in the backyard f** what you thought I want it all I want it all f** what you thought [Verse 2: Jaleel Laquin] Trippy I've been on my grind, like Otto from Rocket Power You know a n***a motto is f** em' these s**as cowards They soft as Howard, but Houston Got n***as out there Them type trigger ambitions i'm hangin wit n***as bout that I'm dippin and dodgin' nobody Really doubt that you n***as could rock me Man I'm so humble but co*ky Like steroid my dick and ya b**h top me Hockin spittin toxic lethal acid wit them kickins And Whats the Bay, if a lil' Texas ain't in it Shout out that boy Yuck Shout out that boy Keif Convesations bout' the paper ain't been brief I learned that from the streets Ain't never had much A n***a young but dreamin' bout diamonds and such Yeah we out here, if you ain't know Southside motherf**er deuce five fo' You sellin wolf tickets naw we dont buy those But nice try just to end this on a high note, b*atch! These n***as don't want this sh** man [Verse 3: Yucky] That's Yuck I'm gettin' paid and you know I'm bout my hustle The trigger to this life was the time I lived the struggle Every day I gotta bubble, pray to God that I don't fumble Pops always told me when you winnin' to stay humble The way I live my life these b**hes wanna be my wife She say she like the way I slip and my game it's nothin' nice Change your life overnight, had to put her on a flight Cloud 9 our honorable right it'll have yo eyes tight Look like you can't see, feel like you can't blink Ya mind goin' everywhere and it's seeming like a dream I be rockin' designer things, I be on high as a fiend When a n***a wanna trip, remember the choppa wit no beam Bout my money I don't speak, it's out a b**h I sold a dream Mouthpiece so smooth, she ain't know what to think She thought that sh** was true, until she got on Yucky team I had to show her how I live, late night walking on first street She was walkin