Lyrical Breakdown of THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD (ft. Tkay Maidza) (OFFLINE) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Put it down just like you miss me Know that Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Miss me Know that Uh, oh, I got Steve baby momma in the back seat This other Steve baby mama won't stop harrassin' me I can't keep up with these girls I just want quiet and peace There's more than dick in this world Bitch, take me back to the streets Gotta keep sonning you, fuck every one of you I got the gun in a T (For real) She said I'm done with you, I had my fun with you Take me back to the streets Watch your tone when you talk to this geek Choppa don't jam, it's like one of y'all beats Stay in the lab, get the fuck out the streets This is not what you want This is not where you at This not it I finesse and I jugg in that bitch Give it back, I ain't through with that shit Can't do shit on your own, don't you need the assist? Attack of the Clones when these niggas be spittin' Off-beat shit ain't gon' make you a livin' Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin' Woke, third-eye rappin' ass niggas NOI flows, with pork for an image Woah, call up the minister, something just ain't addin' up But lions and leopards ain't meant to be jiggy Tyrone Hill, this ain't meant to be pretty Niggas named after baking soda But he never touched no fuckin' coke in your city She's so thick, hit that bitch with a fast ball Know you wanna fuck for my image Heard your tape, glad I didn't get a mention Last year bitch, I beat a sentence That's why these hoes just want the attention Stop talking I see you blur your face for the 'Gram I blur your face for forensics With this DAW bitch, I'm Jimi Hendrix With this thot shit I'm Eddie Hen— Wait, Kendricks, man