Fabolous

Renegade

Fabolous


[Intro - Fabolous] 
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man 
They even talked about Jesus 
[Fabolous] 
I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin 
Sorta like some clear diamonds 
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin 
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing 
Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky 
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly 
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me 
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me 
But I move, like the President through town 
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown 
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary 
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found 
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw 
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole 
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic 
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record 
And the girls more than like you, when you running run 
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you 
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix 
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks 
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick 
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six 
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up 
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up 
I just turn the system up and keep boppin 
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin 
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection 
Don't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction 
That's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection 
Till I'm in a joint made for correction 
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread 
It wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga 
[Paul Cain] 
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it 
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching 
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it 
(Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent 
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that 
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap 
Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap! 
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back 
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap 
Cause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at 
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact 
I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats 
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it 
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated 
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it 
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it 
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it 
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement 
And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin 
You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW! 
[Outro - Paul Cain] 
And the bad part about it is man, haha 
I'm only twenty years old man 
And I'm just havin fun 
Man I ain't even tryin man 
Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man 
Paul Cain, man 
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man 
I got these niggas man 
Clue! Holla at cha boy 
Skatin Dolla 
Duro! it's our year man 
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man 
You already know what it is 
It's a ho'cide man 
Stop Street Dreamin