Lyrics 708 - Luke Gawne

Uh-uh
OP
Yeah

You see, we was un highschool
But I wasn't in classes
She was taking notes then
While I was kicking rap shit
Don't ask us how we packed together
There's not an answer
I guess I persist to attract, huh
Cause I've been on my rapper grind
Since Usher became an actor
I used to have questions then
That no one answered
I did it by myself
Every flow I done mastered
With money in my mind
Cheese head like a pecker
So [?] passion
This is such a disaster
If money ain't the answer
Then who's dying from cancer?
My mama needs a vacation
I don't have the cash for
So I'mma take this shot
With or with not I'm backboard
And I don't wanna rhyme no more
I done seen too many rappers
Who gone wind up poor
So if I flop in hip-hop
Might be flipping those rocks
But till I drop, quitting
I'm not, I'm hitting the top
Come on!

Yeah, yeah
OP
Sing it
I said (only I can save you)
Uh-uh
Yeah

So one for the homies that I owe
Be my OG crew
When they was back at Jimmy's yard
With the OC's moving
And the police man cruising round
When on the block them other cops
Came knocking at the door
Tears for my homies
Who locked up in the court
And shed a tear
My mama never got to drop abortion
So I've been steady balling since day one
With my same day ones that I've been balling with
Ever since we was broke
I'm the rapping [?] ain't a joke
Phonie MCs will fuck around
And get smoked
But what I gotta do to move a couple of units
When I've been living it up in the studio
Spewing lines out my throat
And I guess success
Is why I'm distress
Tryin' to be the best to rhyme
Like S.O.S, goodbye
I'm dying
Somebody rescue my flow
Before there's nothing left inside

Woah!
Huh shit
Let me hear you turn it up dog
Sing it!
I said
Yeah, yeah
Alright, last one
708!

You the elephant in the room
Oh smell the perfume
Hello to you girl
We could skip them hottier dudes, true
Cause this ain't even out of the blue
See I'd been acquainted with this lady
Since it's out of the poom
And don't ask "who?"
When I'm talking about the 708
My hometown, girl
The baddest in the state today
What up family?
I think about y'all everyday
And I think about 'em more
With every million I make
But what the fuck I gotta do
To make splashes?
I done tried it all
Shows, videos, albums and classics
Since the days up in my gym classes
Rapping in classes
No pads full of rhymes in my backpack
That's why we are still the
Motherfucking killers from the 708
We run the map
The illest with the pen of the page
And that's a fact
This other rappers wanna be at
For a rap but they can't
Cause they wack, it's a rap
Check it!

Peace.