Rest in peace to Push Almighty
Listen, I come from Carolina
You know where to find us
Keep that peace just like Dalai Lama
I know guys that want plenty drama
Run up on you with plenty problems
Turn your body into a sauna
Leave your mama traumatized
It's a homicide pillage like Cappadonna
When my shorty say"period"
I'm like, you serious?
I need my life with a lot of commas
Ain't no ending it, my life is limitless
Trust, I don't know what a limit is
So I can't limit it
My niggas moving so militant
Not from the the CHI or N-Y
But they drilling shh, not just a little bit uh
I'm from a place where they run in your place
And the guns start to blaze
I'm from a spot where you hearing gunshots
And they pop at your wake
With ski masks, and AK's saying
What's your name?
Where you from?
Who you know, nigga?
What you bang
Or what you claim?
You got your pole, nigga?
Who you with or who your chick?
I know her too, aye
You wanna live
Or wanna die?
Man pick your two, aye
Where's the stash?
Where's the cash?
Where the safe, nigga?
You got weed
Or you got pills?
Do you move cane, nigga?
Who your plug do he got drugs?
We'll get him too aye
This a stick up
Don't you move
Or I'm gon' shoot, aye
I'm from East Aracdia
Where the bitches love us
And police is haters
Where your first cousin
Steal your weed from you
Smoke a blunt with ya when he see you later
Where your homeboy text your baby mama
Tryna f*ck and turn around and need a favor
You don't wanna kill him cause your love and know his mama
So that's why you gotta keep it gangsta
Gotta keep it dangerous
Where you from, blood?
Please produce an answer
Gotta keep it basic
If it sound like I'm speakin' Spanish to you, gotta keep it player
Me no hable ingles
Gotta speak this language
I know niggas that died bout a piece of pussy
I know niggas that got slide up out some paper
I'm a product of my environment
I'm sorry, this how las road
In North Carolina made us
What's your name?
Where you from?
Who you know, nigga?
What you bang
Or what you claim?
You got your pole, nigga?
Who you with or who your chick?
I know her too, aye
You wanna live
Or wanna die?
Man pick your two, aye
Where's the stash?
Where's the cash?
Where the safe, nigga?
You got weed
Or you got pills?
Do you move cane, nigga?
Who your plug do he got drugs?
We'll get him too aye
This a stick up
Don't you move
Or I'm gon' shoot, aye
Hey, thanks again for sharing
I want to first affirm that the heaviness you may feel
From your childhood is completely valid
One of the things you mentioned was
Your passion and how you feel bad that you aren't able to feed it
Is it that your passion helps alleviate some of the heaviness?
Matter of fact, before you even answer that
Since we're starting from the beginning
How did you feel about your passion growing up?
Why is it such an important part of who you are?
Tymain Robbins - Stick Up (feat. Breeze We$$on) Lyrics
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English
Rest in peace to Push Almighty
Listen, I come from Carolina
You know where to find us
Keep that peace just like Dalai Lama
I know guys that want plenty drama
Run up on you with plenty problems
Turn your body into a sauna
Leave your mama traumatized
It's a homicide pillage like Cappadonna
When my shorty say"period"
I'm like, you serious?
I need my life with a lot of commas
Ain't no ending it, my life is limitless
Trust, I don't know what a limit is
So I can't limit it
My niggas moving so militant
Not from the the CHI or N-Y
But they drilling shh, not just a little bit uh
I'm from a place where they run in your place
And the guns start to blaze
I'm from a spot where you hearing gunshots
And they pop at your wake
With ski masks, and AK's saying
What's your name?
Where you from?
Who you know, nigga?
What you bang
Or what you claim?
You got your pole, nigga?
Who you with or who your chick?
I know her too, aye
You wanna live
Or wanna die?
Man pick your two, aye
Where's the stash?
Where's the cash?
Where the safe, nigga?
You got weed
Or you got pills?
Do you move cane, nigga?
Who your plug do he got drugs?
We'll get him too aye
This a stick up
Don't you move
Or I'm gon' shoot, aye
I'm from East Aracdia
Where the bitches love us
And police is haters
Where your first cousin
Steal your weed from you
Smoke a blunt with ya when he see you later
Where your homeboy text your baby mama
Tryna f*ck and turn around and need a favor
You don't wanna kill him cause your love and know his mama
So that's why you gotta keep it gangsta
Gotta keep it dangerous
Where you from, blood?
Please produce an answer
Gotta keep it basic
If it sound like I'm speakin' Spanish to you, gotta keep it player
Me no hable ingles
Gotta speak this language
I know niggas that died bout a piece of pussy
I know niggas that got slide up out some paper
I'm a product of my environment
I'm sorry, this how las road
In North Carolina made us
What's your name?
Where you from?
Who you know, nigga?
What you bang
Or what you claim?
You got your pole, nigga?
Who you with or who your chick?
I know her too, aye
You wanna live
Or wanna die?
Man pick your two, aye
Where's the stash?
Where's the cash?
Where the safe, nigga?
You got weed
Or you got pills?
Do you move cane, nigga?
Who your plug do he got drugs?
We'll get him too aye
This a stick up
Don't you move
Or I'm gon' shoot, aye
Hey, thanks again for sharing
I want to first affirm that the heaviness you may feel
From your childhood is completely valid
One of the things you mentioned was
Your passion and how you feel bad that you aren't able to feed it
Is it that your passion helps alleviate some of the heaviness?
Matter of fact, before you even answer that
Since we're starting from the beginning
How did you feel about your passion growing up?
Why is it such an important part of who you are?
Listen, I come from Carolina
You know where to find us
Keep that peace just like Dalai Lama
I know guys that want plenty drama
Run up on you with plenty problems
Turn your body into a sauna
Leave your mama traumatized
It's a homicide pillage like Cappadonna
When my shorty say"period"
I'm like, you serious?
I need my life with a lot of commas
Ain't no ending it, my life is limitless
Trust, I don't know what a limit is
So I can't limit it
My niggas moving so militant
Not from the the CHI or N-Y
But they drilling shh, not just a little bit uh
I'm from a place where they run in your place
And the guns start to blaze
I'm from a spot where you hearing gunshots
And they pop at your wake
With ski masks, and AK's saying
What's your name?
Where you from?
Who you know, nigga?
What you bang
Or what you claim?
You got your pole, nigga?
Who you with or who your chick?
I know her too, aye
You wanna live
Or wanna die?
Man pick your two, aye
Where's the stash?
Where's the cash?
Where the safe, nigga?
You got weed
Or you got pills?
Do you move cane, nigga?
Who your plug do he got drugs?
We'll get him too aye
This a stick up
Don't you move
Or I'm gon' shoot, aye
I'm from East Aracdia
Where the bitches love us
And police is haters
Where your first cousin
Steal your weed from you
Smoke a blunt with ya when he see you later
Where your homeboy text your baby mama
Tryna f*ck and turn around and need a favor
You don't wanna kill him cause your love and know his mama
So that's why you gotta keep it gangsta
Gotta keep it dangerous
Where you from, blood?
Please produce an answer
Gotta keep it basic
If it sound like I'm speakin' Spanish to you, gotta keep it player
Me no hable ingles
Gotta speak this language
I know niggas that died bout a piece of pussy
I know niggas that got slide up out some paper
I'm a product of my environment
I'm sorry, this how las road
In North Carolina made us
What's your name?
Where you from?
Who you know, nigga?
What you bang
Or what you claim?
You got your pole, nigga?
Who you with or who your chick?
I know her too, aye
You wanna live
Or wanna die?
Man pick your two, aye
Where's the stash?
Where's the cash?
Where the safe, nigga?
You got weed
Or you got pills?
Do you move cane, nigga?
Who your plug do he got drugs?
We'll get him too aye
This a stick up
Don't you move
Or I'm gon' shoot, aye
Hey, thanks again for sharing
I want to first affirm that the heaviness you may feel
From your childhood is completely valid
One of the things you mentioned was
Your passion and how you feel bad that you aren't able to feed it
Is it that your passion helps alleviate some of the heaviness?
Matter of fact, before you even answer that
Since we're starting from the beginning
How did you feel about your passion growing up?
Why is it such an important part of who you are?
Writer: Jane White, Derrick Bryant, Tymain Robbins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Tymain Robbins
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Jane White, Derrick Bryant, Tymain Robbins