Valid featuring Spawn-Still Ballin'
• Written by Krust
Krust's Notes
The rap is based on the track of Tupac and Kurupt's "Still Ballin". The rap is about how me and Spawn controling the projects/streets and the rap stages, and how we used to be in fatigue. We kept the same hook of the original track. I hope you like it.
Intro//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n' since day one//
Spawn in this mother fucker, East Side!//
Verse 1//: #V#a#l#i#d
I roll inside 'da projects wit this lambo, wit' this loaded ten.Glock//
I'm thugs unlucky prospect, they're low gazin', I'm king of Da Block//
Gettin' Twenty Fo' Seven ass n' cash, Smokin' niggas and our' grass//
Coz' me and Spawn be ballin', so much coke n' strokes in the hood//
Lyrically make these MCs choke make drug dealers broke//
Puff 'em out like our chronic smoke, burn 'em like toxic soak//
Ever since I was a baby, I was thug, I fucked my nurses n' teachers//
I fuck big ass bitches, and Hustle n' sell 'em out like drug dealers//
I destroy rappers on the stages, make em flip "How2Rap" pages//
My drive by so outrageous, accurate shots down to these thugs bases//
In this game, Imma Original Gangster, the King, it's your "Game Over"!//
Rollin' in their turf, make their lives chatter, wit' dis Clip n' Range Rover//
Rest In Peace to all my homies n' fam, I dedicate to y'all niggas//
Befo' dawn rise, I wipe out these MCs n' dealers wit' 'dis trigga//
'Coz nobody can break my rhymes, I'm on my prime time! #E#A#S#T #S#I#D#E!//
End their career, leave em in their wines, hit em out like 8-Miles//
To dope, movie female stars still call me//
Coz' we niggas #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'!!//
Hook//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers//
#S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
#S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'//
Verse 2:// #S#p#a#w#n:
I'm loaded and exploded, other emcees say that I'm a missile/
Got a glock on my penis so I'm cocking my pistol/
Raised on the block with the glock that I was given/
Graced on the spot where Tupac gave me his mission/
Rappers? I hit em with the rhythm and give em astigmatism/
Below bedrock, still underground even though I've risen/
Doom-bound on the streets even though I arrive driven/
No denying it, straight riding, Flow? trying it, great writing/
Baller from the nine o five, In my hood crime show size/
My subliminal criminal mind brings this, awoke these ill lines/
My critical rhythmical kind pins this, smoke trees, drill rhymes/
Why do hypocritical typical blind rappers spit rhymes when I kill mine/
Chill with nines, kill the spineless, surrounded by Mary Jane smoke,
Scary pain broke when I arrived, you're very vain, I'm dope/
Now I spit and I can't stop, my time's dawning/
Find me on the streets, cops, I'm #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'/
Hook//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers//
#S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
#S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'//
Verse 3:// #V#a#l#i#d
Nobody took us seriously, but we had courage, and wiped 'em viciously//
Thugs spat on us 'cause we muslims, we used to live in sad struggle//
But now they're in our clutches, gazin' in fear when they see us visually//
Started from the bottom now we're here, to MCs now, we hit 'em up//
Slay 'em like the spartans, we make 'em kneel, lyrically slit 'em up//
Bitches used to treat me like shit, now they bouncin' on mah' dick//
That's the way we ball, upgradin' our bars, go to stages and still pawnin'//
Lyrical Three Pointers, dunkin' on MCs, stealin' dealers crack, we #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n//
Hook//: #S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers//
#S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n', niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
#S#t#i#l#l #B#a#l#l#i#n'//
Verse 4:// #S#p#a#w#n:
Yo, send a wrung-up thug some love from the streets/
Where a tongue-tied young emcee learned to melt the beats with the heat/
To never admit defeat, but I almost quit rap, almost hit delete/
But I'ma keep going 'til my shit's elite/
And I made it to top but keep climbing, yea I'll hit repeat/
I was told to step down, but I won't take a seat/
Went through a lot, pushed around after nine-eleven/
When some maniacs crashed a plane for "signs of heaven"/
I was pushed cause I was Muslim, my rhymes were threatened/
But my session hasn't ended, I still spit sour like a lemon/
Now I own these streets, in my rhymes I write a lesson/
I spit cause it's my destiny, it brought out the best in me/
I'll get my family at least a quarter mil so I can rest in peace/
And now I'm rising through the ranks, going for the kill/
I'm thriving due to banks, flowing so I can spill/
with my boy Valid, knowing no one can touch this/
We rugged, like the streets we survive on, such is/
the way of my life, but just know that you can't judge shit/
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Krust
Member since March 27 2014