Lyrics Mnf - Rel Fromtheq6

Blowing more smoke than windmills
I'm Vince with it
Never been the type to pretend with it
Norf of the 6
Q til I'm through
If you not
Then get with it
Got AND1 handles
I'm Sick Wid It
Sick of you rappers making these threats That you letting the clip empty
You pussy or you Jonathan lipnicki
Boxing the whip like the shits tinted
Courtesy of the plug
Sometimes he hit me just to vent
So when I see him it's love
Weed falling out the end of the swisher
Two things I don't do is cocaine and pictures
Whole gang with us
A group of women trailing down the hall way
I can tell that it's bout to be a long day
I don't know why you all in your feelings
I'm not ignoring your calls
I just need some time to myself to get my mind right
Meanwhile, they all up on my team
While I'm breaking weed down
Geez now I know it's bout to be a long night
I think I kinda got these niggas high off of contact
Cause they just really stare at me a lot
They don't talk back
And then my homie came and said
I told em my dawg rap
Awh it's a rap dawg
In a bucket
Through the ville
Praying shit is gone change
Fuck a handout
I just want the money and the fame
Grinding hard for a double R
Racks and chains
I'm talking new broads big cribs
Money and the fame
Nigga I ain't smoking if it ain't that dank
Fuck that weak shit
Niggas want the money and the fame
Relly Rel from the Lane getting blazed for days
Look in my face
You can see I want the money and the fame
I'm a one man mob
And my family on speed dial
Rapping on instrumentals
Breaking strands of the weed down
Little ass nigga
With a blade in his levis
Cause niggas used to hate
Now I see why
Coming up
I'm from the norf
Where you shouldn't want no problems
I was broke
Had me feeling like I shoulda started robbing
Selling dope
9 to fiving wasn't working for my pockets
Losing hope
Even my partners never thought this was option
I'm the goat
Real niggas surrounding me on my journey
I was poor
Niggas wasn't around me when I was hurting
Caught the flow
Now these bitches around me done got to lurking
On the low
Send them back where you found em
Cause they ain't worth it
I ain't ever had shit but a pencil and brash writtens
Bad nigga
And his swag be hitting like badminton
Awh Rel?
Yeah he cool and can rap if you ask niggas
But I hate him
'Cause my bitch had sent em some ass pictures
In a bucket
Through the ville
Praying shit is gone change
Fuck a handout
I just want the money and the fame
Grinding hard for a double R
Racks and chains
I'm talking new broads big cribs
Money and the fame
Nigga I ain't smoking if it ain't that dank
Fuck that weak shit
Niggas want the money and the fame
Relly Rel from the Lane getting blazed for days
Look in my face
You can see I want the money and the fame