8 Rangs Lyrics by Lilja Bloom in Cognitive Dissonance: Part One Album.
8 Rangs Lyric
Work in progress
[Verse 1]
In my own town I get fucking respect
Because it's not who does it first
It's who does it the best
It's who does it the best
Sadly in this game its not the same
As who's cutting the check
I do it for the glory
Though the numbers can suck on my dick
First time that I sell one of my records I don't need a cent
Cause in my life on this Earth
I wanna leave more than a dent
Ocean to the sands of time
I need more than a drip
We more than a mist
Important and missed
Not to the hoarders and rich
But to the poorest of kids
I can't lie there still some days that I'm more of a pimp
I'mma buy a house for every mom on my..... strip
Forced to get this far off taking a few
For just pushing the wrist
[Hook]
Still riding on niggas shooting bang bang
Never picking up my phone let it rang rang
Signing 6 figure checks but ain't a thang changed
Even when I sleep I'm wearing 8 rangs
[Verse 2]
People in my circle that are seen as bizarre
Its like they tryna gather around to feel the heat of a star
I hop into my whip and grab the heat in my car
My bitch tell me calm down
She say you thinking too hard
How many niggas need to shoot at my car
How many times do I really have to use it this far
She shuts up and feels dumb but feels sad
That this is what my reality is
She says I'm wasting my gifts
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
At 14 I jumped off the stoop, nigga
At 15 I learned how to soup, nigga
At 16 I learned how to shoot niggas
What that sound like?
BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP nigga
I done came a long way since a little boy
All black flags in my hood like its Illinois
[Hook]
