Renegade Lyrics

Eastside Ay

Look

I leave her stuck when she bust it Open

Them niggas duck they see us Approaching

Memory fucked off that shit I'm Smokin' I'm pullin' up I feel like I'm Derozan

Eye of the tiger but my vision Broken The dirty money vintage and It's potent

Yo when I speak it's like my souls' Exposing Feel like I'm chosen semi Cause explosions

I feel like Moses how I'm splittin' Oceans

Was talkin' hot but now his whip is Roastin

This game is mine for the takin' so Yeah

The pressure I need it

I ain't finna play with them bullets Gon enter his body like it's tempur-Pedic

Hot temper leave you niggas Freezin' Either love or money can't Be even

Niggas end up dead for a reason Ain't the type to leave my mother Grieving

Hope you retain the message you Receivin' huh yeah

Blowin' up shit Vietnam again Yeah I'm goin' off again yeah

And it's the seasons of the bosses Bitch I feel like Rick Ross again yeah

Take over for the next four summers Like I'm Obama bitch yeah

Talk slick get your head wrapped Nice Now you Osama's shit damn

Got niggas plottin' for the plunder Put your homie in the slumber

Kinda shit that makes you wonder Like

And we invent the hottest summers

From the mud I'll drag you under Niggas ever touch my brother nigga

Remind me again yeah who the real Pressure on?

Real niggas who I'm steppin' with

Fuck niggas who I'm steppin' on

Lot of these real niggas ain't real Niggas

Only when their weapon's drawn Look in the mirror all I see is SPAWN

My flow's the detonator for the Bomb It's up when I ring the alarm

And I will never steer you wrong Swear my word is bond

In sync like the strum of guitars If They swear they hard then all I Need is my Quran

I feel like a block away from final Form

Got you feelin' timid? yeah I get it

Holla if you hear me if you with it

I don't give a fuck about a critic ay

And when it get critical I ain't gon' Pity you

Killin' the comp is in season

So I'ma get rid of you bullets gon' Finish you I know that seeing's Believin

I'm done with the intervals I'm here To kill all these niggas

Ain't back for no reason Keep a Shooter I don't need a demon

If he breathe like I breathe then he Bleedin'

Pressure I need it

I ain't finna play with em bullets gon' Enter his body like it's tempur-pedic

Hot temper leavin' niggas freezin' Either love or money can't be even

Niggas end up dead for a reason Ain't the type to leave a mother Grieving

Hope you retain the message you're Receiving' huh

Yeah blowin' up shit Vietnam again Yeah I'm goin' off again

Yeah and it's the seasons of the Bosses bitch I feel like Rick Ross Again yeah

Take over for the next four summers Like I'm Obama bitch yeah

Talk slick get your head wrapped Nice Now you Osama shit damn Woo

Got niggas plottin' for the plunder Put your homie in a slumber

Kinda shit that makes you wonder Like

And we invent the hottest summers

From the mud I'll drag you under Niggas ever touch my brother nigga