paroles de chanson No Robots - Fam Ross

No robots
Pot like stovetop
Lemon drop kush
My house was the dro spot
Spin it up loose
Give that buddha room to breath
Don't be obtuse
Triple fat goose sleeves
Slam dunk that shit
Put it in the mix
Niggas caught it on the fourth
I ain't shoot it till the fifth
I'm ahead of my own shit
They taught me to clone bricks
I'm cortisone itching for that dough like I'm dope sick
Ya shits stale
I fish tailed on the fish scale
Now shits chilled
Kept the sticks with the kicks real
Niggas know
They feeling all my flows
When they feed you to the wolves nigga this is where you go
I don't wanna battle
Twenty bars put you on the mantel
God lied
Got you in some shit you can't handle
This is random
R.A.D.
I'm the phantom
Niggas clamming
I'm like salmon in the famine
I fed them well
Ala vodaka with the penne shells
Baked chicken
My work been on many scales
I cooked a tape
Bar for bar I'll cook your face
Look around
Lost and found like a foot away
I throw my weight around like a sumo
Quick as judo
Still say uno
And never seen a Hublo
Kush god
Hold up
I must be the sour lord
Hot box the truck
Windows like the shower door
Winter coats
Got the sniffles like she sniffing dope
Shit is cold
I don't kick it either niggas bro
Bag it up
Guerilla glue and a pack of blunts
Old nigga
Flow young
Still has them up
Fact check
Nike checks with the straps wet
Niggas know
Winter snow
Yea I'm that fresh
Act two
I'm that nigga they should rap too
Black hurrache
Low top
Ya they smack too
I'm smothered in it
Need that bread and the butter with it
Dinner bell hanging from his neck like come and get it
This the truth
If that's keeping it a hundred
This is two
Skip the foreign with the missing roof
Oof
Niggas is predictable
Everybody sucks
It don't matter who you listen too

Niggas can't fuck with me
How could they though
All my shit sucka free
I'll let it go
Niggas can't fuck with me
How could they though
All my shit sucka free
I'll let it go