Текст песни SURGEONS - Rokamouth feat. Jakk da Ryhmer

Be ware
Be gone

Doing surgery on these songs
Know you certainly done wrong
I swear the circus they belong
Whats your purpose on my phone
You trynna purchase, or take long
Im always working on my own
I can't be nurturing you you grown
Like the nursery, my words ain't neat
Y'all urking me Be gone
Y'all cold turkey meat
Can't surf these beach
Straight curve these geeks She stoned
Like Hercules, been strong
Ain't need to perk to beat, keep on
Till break a dawn, Ill Take ya home
To sing this song and drop that thong

Sing along and ride this wave like billabong
Im bout to put my hitters on
I lap the track and pass batons
Crushing leaves like masadons
Smoking weed don't pass it on
Could see this cash has grown
And over seas my raps is known
I over see this path I'm on
Know the beat and catch the tone
And on her knees before its shown
I move my fingers like a comb
Honey want the money
Said shell love me till its gone
Laugh, but it ain't funny, it get uglier then spawn
I use to rock Sean John, Now Roka wear the top notch gear
I learned a lot this year there's nothing near to stop this here
I got my options clear I wonder if the opps could hear
No obstacles that I could fear, Know im a pull, and im prepared
I wish that I could share, Was looking close but can't compare
With out a bank or share we doing big thangs this year
Beware
Be gone

Doing surgery
On songs
Know you certainly
Done wrong
I swear the circus they
Belong
What your purpose
On my phone
You trynna purchase
Or take long
Im always working
On my own
I can't be nurturing you you grown
Like the nursery
My words ain't neat
Y'all urking me
Be gone
Y'all cold turkey meat
Can't surf these beach
Straight curve these geeks
She stone

Like Hercules I been strong
Ain't need to perk to beat
So keep on
Till break a dawn
Ill Take ya home
To shake this bone
And drop that thong

"Please believe i receive the beat with ease
I thank my g, for thinking me
And i procede in with 16
Treash be like marines
Address me in fatigue
She gave the best thats in the sea
She gave me head and barely breathed
Sheesh
If rap is dead im here to grieve
But there should be know questions
When i black on everything
Its a new year, Jakk on everything
Make niggas know my jacket
Like the last name is celine
Can't always be active on the scene
Lost some real one's
I spill my chalice for the pain
Life's a Rollercoaster
Till it crashes into flames
So i maintain the passion
To keep that shit out my brain
Too much scratching out they names
And taking count of lames
First the game plan is make it
Then its make it out the game
Was playing in the beginning the mood all changed
We done been through all things
And Duvall sing
Man too many rude bwoy
Be pitching pennies
They ain't close to god they demi
On a run i need an espy
My brother told me kill em with success
And make them envy that nigga in the sky i still be ringing up his celly
Living up in memory
Bun the spliff no Reggie
Kings is in my circle so no weapon formed against me
Never ask for trouble yet somehow it still befriends me
The devil on my shoulder
Tryna shake him off like diddy
Make it out the city
Rhyme

What's. A King to a pawn
Need no wings how I'm flowing
Thread n string how I'm sewd in
Never blink when I close in
Just wink at ya hoes friends
Y'all thinking I don't know them
Got locks like my door
Know we knocking for sure
Scratch a notch so it shows
Scared to stop I just score
It's a lot Gotta load
I Gotta hop on my goals
Hittin slots on a roll
Life's a gamble
With a hand full of trolls
I Light a candle
For my mans rest his soul
Thes Type a scandals
Make you cancel rich folk
Ain't a sample no example cutting close
To get dismantles Raps on rambo who want the smoke
No joke my hands full