Bars Now Let Nas Down Freestyle by ETP Lyrics
[Verse 4: J'sar]
Y’all want bars now, bars is Sar’s style
Thirst ain’t lusting broads it’s buying the bars out
'til all my niggas luxury car wheelers
We never had shit what you thought we won’t gone get it
Like J Black trying to see my passport stamped
You should support that respect I do the damn thing
Let me see your hand baby where’s your damn ring
It’s a shame niggas let you get away
Spend a day with J I can change you perspective
On every black male that you ever have dealt with
She ain’t interested fuck it let’s have sex bitch
If you don’t respect yourself I can’t respect it
Moms wanted abortion father don’t want to know his son
I was falling down hip-hop said I’m a hold you up
To the stars where I found the name J’sar
And put it on a page and started writing urban poems
Define me by the words I write
[Verse 5: Eyerone]
So they saying they want some bars now?
Shit I had em since like 0-0
No, never balled like tires but was low-pro
Never had it all but was flyer than what most know
Smoking home grown getting higher than the ozone
A toast goes to my old shit
Still better than, nothin tho, fuck it tho, I gave you medicine
I already showed y'all who I'm better than
Rappin since 13, 13 years, I'm veteran
Too much twitter dick-lickin
Niggas know I'm right
Before they closed doors, there was open mics
-Wit lyrics, I'm poetry SLAMMING these niggas
Better yet Going HAM on these niggas
FUCK THAT, I'm going SPAM on these niggas
I'm on my DEEN when its with these beats
-I'm putting PORK on your fork, you bout to get these LINKS
And excuse me for being FRANK
Cuz usually what niggas think
When they see me laughing hard now
The FUCK do mean that yall want some bars NOW?
Y’all want bars now, bars is Sar’s style
Thirst ain’t lusting broads it’s buying the bars out
'til all my niggas luxury car wheelers
We never had shit what you thought we won’t gone get it
Like J Black trying to see my passport stamped
You should support that respect I do the damn thing
Let me see your hand baby where’s your damn ring
It’s a shame niggas let you get away
Spend a day with J I can change you perspective
On every black male that you ever have dealt with
She ain’t interested fuck it let’s have sex bitch
If you don’t respect yourself I can’t respect it
Moms wanted abortion father don’t want to know his son
I was falling down hip-hop said I’m a hold you up
To the stars where I found the name J’sar
And put it on a page and started writing urban poems
Define me by the words I write
[Verse 5: Eyerone]
So they saying they want some bars now?
Shit I had em since like 0-0
No, never balled like tires but was low-pro
Never had it all but was flyer than what most know
Smoking home grown getting higher than the ozone
A toast goes to my old shit
Still better than, nothin tho, fuck it tho, I gave you medicine
I already showed y'all who I'm better than
Rappin since 13, 13 years, I'm veteran
Too much twitter dick-lickin
Niggas know I'm right
Before they closed doors, there was open mics
-Wit lyrics, I'm poetry SLAMMING these niggas
Better yet Going HAM on these niggas
FUCK THAT, I'm going SPAM on these niggas
I'm on my DEEN when its with these beats
-I'm putting PORK on your fork, you bout to get these LINKS
And excuse me for being FRANK
Cuz usually what niggas think
When they see me laughing hard now
The FUCK do mean that yall want some bars NOW?