El RTNC - Nutty Bars

Song Rating: 8.86/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1]
She knew that I was smashing Little Debbie
And I still bagged a Hostess
Dont f** with Entenmanns ghost from the tenements
Living with no stress, even if we shooting dice
I roll up uno, dos, tres, no stress
Get Zebra Cakes, cause of all these Nutty Bars
Cats tryna make a blueprint will have to study ours
Scriptures that the nerds and the goons acknowledge
I attribute this to years in a junior college
G a honey from the buses to the bursar
People knew my sh** was money from the first bar
A good guest and an ill host
These other cats milquetoast, fake Steve Wilkos
Shoulda stuck to doing security, your honor
Thats a cush gig like selling medical marijuana
Ill mush your wig, expose your phony persona
And if the tush big on your babymoms, Im on her
Cream pies, demonize hoes just to see my self-esteem rise
I lower yours, stupid, know I seem wise
Dumb as a rock, it doesnt come as a shock
Still some dont flock, they say the drums dont knock
This aint no jums in a sock
Hand-to-hand rappers upper echelon, PBS throwing my special on
Sometimes I watch my special to feel special
But I keep the private life private, real professional
I rather the senseless k**er spilling your guts
Doesnt make a verse good, you over stood
Truth be told the lab sessions
Should not sound like Taxi Cab Confessions
Im bout to bring back storytellin
I bet money if your man get snatched up in that store, he tellin

With the scoop he sure to sing
Like the group that go into the police for a sting
Zing! People love to perpetrate like theyre honest, when theyre really not just puppets on a string
And these Internet thugs, aint doing a thing
Got caught with the Google Chrome now they in the Bing
Theres a lot of great song writers, tremendous singers
But everybodys not into Vienna Fingers
I bring a different kind of wafer, that aint the way for me
Hide out til the block is safe for Nutty Bars aint no chocolate wafers
Wanna see what I could do? Get out my way first
Only help is liquor, weed, and Wikipedia
Frica**eed every beat that was on the CD
My CD gets burn like VD, I get up like graffiti
Plucking a heifer teety (titty), its never tedious plus Im greedy
This is criminal background--one for P.D
Young gunner you can tell I ate my Wheaties
People who understand innovation give me standing ovations
They dont just accept things, they demand information
Different viewpoints from a multitude of sources
Make it work for the kids like we going through divorces
Keeping my personal life and wiz far
Away from yall as possible, you aint gonna know my kids, ma
Already distant as it is, pa
Cause people in show biz are, just that: bizarre
Your man stays lurkin, Im always workin
You aint gotta push me too hard
Like the B74 air a**ist door
I wonder what I became a lyricist for
To package and ship units like fudge rounds
We sit around the lab and judge sounds
I know school got nothing to offer us
Pushing the tape like Im tryna get off the bus

Date of text publication: 19.01.2021 at 16:01