Lyrics Jazzy Pha Vibes - Nario Da Don

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Freaky Nique on the beat
Unhhh

Yeah
Aye
I had to pop him I hit him for like the whole thing
I get a beat and I ride that bitch like a soul plane

I blow the horn when I'm driving think I got road rage
I can tell you a lot things bout the dope game
Lately I been a loner I'm doing my own thing
The industry watered down I like them old days

The only time I look down is when my phone ring
I used to beg the dj to get my song played
Systematic pressure this is not a lecture
Glizzy on the dresser put you on a stretcher

All this pain that I witnessed got me messed up
Im calling fades if a nigga try me guess what
I came in with a Florida vibe came in with a name
Try to play ill knock yo organs out

Let me sing bout this pain my style unorthodox
Stated respecting women
Just cause I had a daughter now
Yeah

My son see my face like
Damn we gone have fun now
And fuck my baby mama that lil bitch
She act so dumb now

Nigga tried to kfc me right on the come out
But them niggas chicken when they seen
I brought a drum out
I hope I don't fan into ashes when the sun out

I'm a vampire my empire is like a store now
I been up for two days
Right now I need some shut eye
Jit finessed him he peeped it
Then he pulled his gun out

Took a couple losses but it's a minor set
I been goin through some things
It feel like my mind possessed
Shout out to Gamble and John Dough

They taught me how to stretch
Wish I could name all them them muthafuckas
That I finessed
I had to pop him I hit him for like the whole thing

I hit the beat and I ride that bitch like a soul plane
I blow the horn when I'm driving think I got road rage
I can tell you a lot things bout the dope game
Lately I been alone I'm doing my own thing

The industry watered down I like them old days
The only time I look down is when my phone ring
I used to beg the dj to get my son played
Keep a 40 tucked in my amiris

I'll put a screw inside you back
Like some earrings
Feel like the ninth inning at the world series
All this pain that I witnessed

Got my vision blurry
Niggas talk down cuz the know they fear me
They know my heart tougher than some deer meat
Choppa flip a nigga make hime feel like he cheerleadin

Nobody know who killed him
Til this day it's just a theory
Yeah
I'm with ya main getting brain til my dick throb

You couldn't hang if you came with a lynch mob
I'm with the gang don't get sprayed
Or just get robbed
They switchin lanes bustin brains

What a sick job
I had to pop him I hit him for like the whole thing
I hit the beat and I ride that bitch like a soul plane
I blow the horn when I'm driving think I got road rage

I can tell you a lot things bout the dope game
Lately I been alone I'm doing my own thing
The industry watered down I like them old days
The only time I look down is when my phone ring

I used to beg the dj to get my song played