Rapgod Self Rehabilitation Lyrics
Self Rehabilitation by Rapgod
Intro
Huh... feel me nigga...dope.. shit....... Fuck you nigga this is Cackus doings
Fuck with me, am standing tall.... Nigga nigga '"hehe...cage... fuck with me
I just came back my nigga, I came back from self-rehabilitation and please don't mention when I fucking stand for demonstration.... You know, all my haters stand at that game
Verse 1
I gat bitches for the tempers
Fuck with niggas from the caviars
Eat the cake while it is half-cooked
Big shots to the nine brook
I gat money for your mama
I get money from Obama
I gat money for your life
I get money from your wife
Sitting down for the milestone
Breaking volts for the old stone
Splash five for the next tone
Big shots to the first born
Now you know it is a cage boss
But you said you would cage us
Fucking ain't what you told us
Made a piece out of gold gloves
Makes a nigga wanna fuck bitches
Your wife loves my rap speeches
Insanely created, they were mad speeches
Maybe that's why they all love speeches
Greens mah nigga, they were green engines
Always tough, it was ten inches
Put the card like my last hope
Fifty five on a flat scope
God forgive me am a bad nigga
Ten figure folks they could smoke cigar
Next bullets, all were strawberry
Fuck you its Rapgod and Slim Kerry
Seventy nine, wasn't fast five
Teleports from the real life
Came on top of the real life
Maybe I was always in the real life
Verse 2
Always forgot my past boss
Never thought what I was made of
Time to go I could switch off
Tell the bitch she could fuck us
Always ate from the kings plate
Won a gold, you'll be a disgrace
Three thou of cupcake
Three thou of plus eight
Never give the enemies chances
Always knew I was enhancing
Zero fives were my back-up
Fifty fives were my tap dock
Three questions at the same time
Answer one leave the two lines
Blessings all over me for this one
All them bitches love my good rhyme
Philip talks about top down
69 favors all the club town
Real niggas don't keep frown
Big shots always keep down
Always said we were lying
All my haters they be dying
Talking money not the trying
See me for no reason on the eying
Where were they when we catched cold
They were sleeping on volts toad
Five shots to the cash gold
Five shots to the cash road
Five star for everything
These haters ain't seen anything
Maybe we would come with the windstorm
Then they all gonna run son
Verse 3
I will be talking about my past nigga
I will be talking about my mum nigga
I will be talking about the money nigga
I will be talking about my brew nigga
I will be talking about Cackus
I will be talking about the black dudes
I will be talking about the big juice
I will be talking about the real juice
I niggas in the tel aviv
All my niggas will be talking the jelony
Neva gat fucking in this fucking economy
I gat my niggas them talking criminology
When I will be doing it right I gat hundred degrees I don't fuck with them bitches, you know it
I gat my hundred degrees
Huh... feel me nigga...dope.. shit....... Fuck you nigga this is Cackus doings
Fuck with me, am standing tall.... Nigga nigga '"hehe...cage... fuck with me
I just came back my nigga, I came back from self-rehabilitation and please don't mention when I fucking stand for demonstration.... You know, all my haters stand at that game
Verse 1
I gat bitches for the tempers
Fuck with niggas from the caviars
Eat the cake while it is half-cooked
Big shots to the nine brook
I gat money for your mama
I get money from Obama
I gat money for your life
I get money from your wife
Sitting down for the milestone
Breaking volts for the old stone
Splash five for the next tone
Big shots to the first born
Now you know it is a cage boss
But you said you would cage us
Fucking ain't what you told us
Made a piece out of gold gloves
Makes a nigga wanna fuck bitches
Your wife loves my rap speeches
Insanely created, they were mad speeches
Maybe that's why they all love speeches
Greens mah nigga, they were green engines
Always tough, it was ten inches
Put the card like my last hope
Fifty five on a flat scope
God forgive me am a bad nigga
Ten figure folks they could smoke cigar
Next bullets, all were strawberry
Fuck you its Rapgod and Slim Kerry
Seventy nine, wasn't fast five
Teleports from the real life
Came on top of the real life
Maybe I was always in the real life
Verse 2
Always forgot my past boss
Never thought what I was made of
Time to go I could switch off
Tell the bitch she could fuck us
Always ate from the kings plate
Won a gold, you'll be a disgrace
Three thou of cupcake
Three thou of plus eight
Never give the enemies chances
Always knew I was enhancing
Zero fives were my back-up
Fifty fives were my tap dock
Three questions at the same time
Answer one leave the two lines
Blessings all over me for this one
All them bitches love my good rhyme
Philip talks about top down
69 favors all the club town
Real niggas don't keep frown
Big shots always keep down
Always said we were lying
All my haters they be dying
Talking money not the trying
See me for no reason on the eying
Where were they when we catched cold
They were sleeping on volts toad
Five shots to the cash gold
Five shots to the cash road
Five star for everything
These haters ain't seen anything
Maybe we would come with the windstorm
Then they all gonna run son
Verse 3
I will be talking about my past nigga
I will be talking about my mum nigga
I will be talking about the money nigga
I will be talking about my brew nigga
I will be talking about Cackus
I will be talking about the black dudes
I will be talking about the big juice
I will be talking about the real juice
I niggas in the tel aviv
All my niggas will be talking the jelony
Neva gat fucking in this fucking economy
I gat my niggas them talking criminology
When I will be doing it right I gat hundred degrees I don't fuck with them bitches, you know it
I gat my hundred degrees