Songtext Resurrection of real Pro.Era

Resurrection of real

Featuring Ala Sole , Nyck Caution
Produced by Tre Eiht Special

(Verse)
Yo, I don’t give a fuck, mic checka
Smith N wessa,
Resurrected the borrow hoop and the most expected
Protect your neck or get protect, touch your necklace
But relentless killers for 5 dollar billas, nine nines
I wrote the rhymes I spit it like dos times
Meet a mommy my flow shine, you co-sign, I throw lines
For the 4th time like what more, get head hancho
The Glock let them things go click clock bang ma and pop flow
Cookin up cheese and nachos and bag a choke like I chose
I got hoes that go down low like pile holes for pile gold.
My pockets almost shit, if you want beef, no sloppy joes
I been drop bombs since snot nose
You niggas cant fuck, the unfuckable,
This style is not for, my flow had put in on my Huxtable,
You can’t touch deep, untouchable demolition destructional,
Better listen to the instructional.
We cause havoc when we mob these for trees forest fire messiah from the dark streets
No home G, no armories get aimed at your arteries from cheese nigga play with the lottery
Or can make grand larceny, pardon me, accordally
Ain’t no one spendin as hard as we, at the top is where I ought to be
Puffin for knowldge the way I’m partin seas
Honestly I’m just getting started G no keys, I open doors
Kick em down where it fors cause the 4-5 is in line with your pours no sweat
I’m just a pro ya know, Brooklyn and jungle so hoes exposed your clothes
So this soul lay better than you is no kids just stand back while
I stand my top goal, your chicks top goal when she drops for the low she gets low
While I suppose she down to go, you know
It’s the guard I be killin em with the flow been a rebel you niggas probably on your mother’s tops
I guess I rock you get 2pac with these 2 hot shots
RIP leave you buried in 2 pac's spot nigga (yeah)

(Verse)
Check, Ala Sole in the building, let’s go
Yo, yo, when I rap its like I'm blowing through a crack pipe, flowing on this half pipe
Doipe like, why the fuck you ask twice? What the fuck is YOLO?
Probably been a pharoah in my past life, 18 so this dynasty gon sound right
Drop a song nigga sound nice all of you just sounded like
Yeah while I fuckin steer a mountain bike, I’m so Everest
You ain’t got no marriages, fuckin caution, American
Glad you tell bury them, born as a winner
When it storm in the winter, keep it calm make it sitter
We home in your livin, if you drip
Lips up, sips from my pimp cup, this is what we livin
You finally get a glimpse of, motherfucker
I ain’t scared of no man, I got that weight like Roseanne
Keep these bitches focused, yeah you know I puff the tree
So my throat is swollen, I don’t need a motive,
I just keep on rollin until its flat entire pop freezin in the fire box
Over weight ladies they screamin when the choir start
Everybody got the dreams they require art and expires arts
So when you take the deal, damn,
The flow is real like my birth right saying that I’ve been cursed twice
Blessed with obsurd flight, thinkin imma regret
You heard right, never got em first but I earn stripes
And I learned how reep em, delete em, and peach a legend a loser
And start a cause for the lost, believe in the truest like ya'll
You see I'm flowin, twistin like a back flip breaking through these chap lips
I’ve been spittin crack since yeah, so keep it real in a hundred
When you chill at the top then you feels when it plummit
Motherfucker that spot for me
In the jungle too hot to breathe, you will not proceed
So you better stay cautionary, you lost already
No garbages the cost is plenty, pour it genty, tell just what you feel
Redirect and chill while we ressurrect what’s real, caution.