Contraband by Fly Rebel Society Lyrics
[Hook: Ryda Blak]
Ya’ll don’t really have no clue, there’s no excuse for the failure all the dope shit I produce
All I bring is pressure I don’t really have no use, I don’t really have no use
But the trial and error all the dope shit I push, all the hard work it took I don’t have no excuse
Hand on the button hit snooze and watch what a young nigga do
You Ain't Bout No Shit
Bitch hop in my whip, show me what quality gets, more than a kiss, though I’m not close to be rich, my music is great a shit (2x)
[Verse 1: Ryda Blak]
Purer then methamphetamine blue glass cut deeper than a headless king
I’m breaking bad, no remorse to bring
More energy like my soul is substance with zing
So, so, why they want to underrate me, bring on the heat, so I’m much easier to seek
Niggas in Pairs el Pirée I French kiss your bitch and then I kiss both cheeks I’m
Underrated, undebated and hated, unrelated and faded off naked bitches I grade them
Overstaying my welcome I cruise in an hour later I’m dropping off dope shit the type that you never weigh it
But weigh in your input, so good with the instance, show how I put in business
And every minute I’m in it, I repent after hours and go about my sinning
Cause I murder every beat that I come across a serial killer that I can knock off Jack the Ripper
And go trippin to other countries, site seeing and palm trees
Cool breeze let your hair down and say cheese
And capture perfect pictures of memories, then black market my product embedded inside your memory
And every line is a penitentiary for me one hit start sweating like Trinidad and Mollies
Tadow watch out now, most niggas don’t like the way I sound
Couldn't cut more deep then the knife I found I wolverine now I’m back in the studio
Now I have paper to make instrumentals to play got music to create to push all over the state 2x
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ryda Blak]
Rarer then black diamond’s round the neck
Bring our your best, and watch me kill the set, and then I jet set to another state
Let them wait, and mic check face to face I threw the bait
I took they shine and they bitch coming late….fashionably
I serve them plates of lyrical content that ya’ll call nonsense I call it common cents
Only bring the dollars, dollars to make them holla
Do some strange if I make a little change and I get in where I fit
Go in place your bid in, I get in where the money at, so in other facts
A nigga sick of the bull couldn't stomach that
Oversee overseas, wherever I be at, I give them a line without a nose bleed
Yet they still be coming back, back, back
Its like a sneak attack and if you looking for me crew its where the girls be at
And if they all DTF where the mag’s be at, and then we MGBL cause we ain’t have that
Rap, describe it as crack, and I will never lack, my eyes are on a platinum plaque
I wanna flashback when I’m old a gray, fuck what they say I’m going in until the music take me
I’m on a mission to get it, had a vision of living the lavish all my niggas on celebrity status
Yea I’m still doing the dirt that the underground made me do
A nigga hungry yet I’m eating all types of food
Fly rebel no fucks if we intrude
This rap shit is what we peruse
Apologies for my lyrical vent a hundred percent driving from the rhythm of my heartbeat I’m just spitting what’s written
[Verse 3: Ryda Blak]
Damn
Everybody screaming
My niggas smoking that loud
That’s probably why you ain’t hear em
See I’m chillin out in the cut
Hope it ain’t flu season
Cause if this song makes me sick
I’m about to have hay-fever
Shit now niggas call me decent
Beasting all on my features
Say we in this bitch for the bitches
Pussy my only fragrance
When that money come I won’t change
But give me special treatment
Say we taking over this world
But we focus on this season
[Hook 2x]
Ya’ll don’t really have no clue, there’s no excuse for the failure all the dope shit I produce
All I bring is pressure I don’t really have no use, I don’t really have no use
But the trial and error all the dope shit I push, all the hard work it took I don’t have no excuse
Hand on the button hit snooze and watch what a young nigga do
You Ain't Bout No Shit
Bitch hop in my whip, show me what quality gets, more than a kiss, though I’m not close to be rich, my music is great a shit (2x)
[Verse 1: Ryda Blak]
Purer then methamphetamine blue glass cut deeper than a headless king
I’m breaking bad, no remorse to bring
More energy like my soul is substance with zing
So, so, why they want to underrate me, bring on the heat, so I’m much easier to seek
Niggas in Pairs el Pirée I French kiss your bitch and then I kiss both cheeks I’m
Underrated, undebated and hated, unrelated and faded off naked bitches I grade them
Overstaying my welcome I cruise in an hour later I’m dropping off dope shit the type that you never weigh it
But weigh in your input, so good with the instance, show how I put in business
And every minute I’m in it, I repent after hours and go about my sinning
Cause I murder every beat that I come across a serial killer that I can knock off Jack the Ripper
And go trippin to other countries, site seeing and palm trees
Cool breeze let your hair down and say cheese
And capture perfect pictures of memories, then black market my product embedded inside your memory
And every line is a penitentiary for me one hit start sweating like Trinidad and Mollies
Tadow watch out now, most niggas don’t like the way I sound
Couldn't cut more deep then the knife I found I wolverine now I’m back in the studio
Now I have paper to make instrumentals to play got music to create to push all over the state 2x
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ryda Blak]
Rarer then black diamond’s round the neck
Bring our your best, and watch me kill the set, and then I jet set to another state
Let them wait, and mic check face to face I threw the bait
I took they shine and they bitch coming late….fashionably
I serve them plates of lyrical content that ya’ll call nonsense I call it common cents
Only bring the dollars, dollars to make them holla
Do some strange if I make a little change and I get in where I fit
Go in place your bid in, I get in where the money at, so in other facts
A nigga sick of the bull couldn't stomach that
Oversee overseas, wherever I be at, I give them a line without a nose bleed
Yet they still be coming back, back, back
Its like a sneak attack and if you looking for me crew its where the girls be at
And if they all DTF where the mag’s be at, and then we MGBL cause we ain’t have that
Rap, describe it as crack, and I will never lack, my eyes are on a platinum plaque
I wanna flashback when I’m old a gray, fuck what they say I’m going in until the music take me
I’m on a mission to get it, had a vision of living the lavish all my niggas on celebrity status
Yea I’m still doing the dirt that the underground made me do
A nigga hungry yet I’m eating all types of food
Fly rebel no fucks if we intrude
This rap shit is what we peruse
Apologies for my lyrical vent a hundred percent driving from the rhythm of my heartbeat I’m just spitting what’s written
[Verse 3: Ryda Blak]
Damn
Everybody screaming
My niggas smoking that loud
That’s probably why you ain’t hear em
See I’m chillin out in the cut
Hope it ain’t flu season
Cause if this song makes me sick
I’m about to have hay-fever
Shit now niggas call me decent
Beasting all on my features
Say we in this bitch for the bitches
Pussy my only fragrance
When that money come I won’t change
But give me special treatment
Say we taking over this world
But we focus on this season
[Hook 2x]