Jrako - RVD Lyrics

Jrako,
You know that
Dreams of being pro going to the league
I don't fear these niggas cause they bleed just like I bleed
I hate going in public with this bitch, she gon' cause a scene
Turn her down, she gon' chase me around like she Baby Dee
Lost my nigga, Jaymoe, f*ck me up, I'm like, the f*ck you mean (Huh?)
In the stew, cooking shit up, Chef Jrake, RD
(You Know Dat)
Hit your ass with a DDT like I'm RVD
Remember, I ain't have no money, that shit made it hard to sleep
You better bool, my young nigga come spinning like a DVD
My city on fire, it's burning up like you got a STD
I'm really one of them ones that come from nothing, so why you hate on me
They be like, when you dropping your tape, you gotta wait and see
I'm balling on that ass like I play for the Miami Heat
Niggas say he won't smoke, we pull up and overcook the beef
You better tread lightly around me, cause I play for keeps
Niggas soft as hell and they ducks like a bag of Peeps
I need a shot of some Don, pull up the twin peaks
Intercept your shit and take it home like I'm Ed Reen
Cross your ass and pass it to my mans, look like I'm Kyrie
You old niggas time up, I think you sitting in my seat
Nigga tried to make a song with me, he f*cked up the beat
I'm not from down south, but I think I'm finna ice out my teeth
My favorite thing to hear in the world is a money counter beep
Bitch so bad when she with me, she ain't even got a think
I feel like killer cam rocking the fur headband and its pink
They told me not to do it, but I still jumped in that water deep
I been wearing the same jersey for years, these niggas they switching the team
It's like nobody understand that nigga, so I gotta pour up the lean