Fabolous - Renegade (feat. Paul Cain) Lyrics
(feat. Paul Cain)[Intro - Fabolous]Uh, you think I give a ***** about what these niggas say manThey even talked about Jesus[Fabolous]I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shininSorta like some clear diamondsI hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindinSome where rhymin, or somewhere climbingOut of a pottable 760, inclasable very stickyWit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quicklyI ain't *****, so I won't allow you to ever dick meI know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick meBut I move, like the President through townWit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crownI put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetaryIs where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are foundSo I take the time, of whatever the bench throwThe 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch holeMean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hecticBut I'm *****ing like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's recordAnd the girls more than like you, when you running runDoing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like youYou going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mixThe little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicksTryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quickI'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-sixYou can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-upCause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb upI just turn the system up and keep boppinI never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppinAnd I tell the cops, this joint is for protectionDon't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction-a
