Hunter - Untitled 5 lyrics

(Bridge) Hunter If A-T and Tribe all got along They'd probably roast each other down by the end of this song Seem like the whole town go against them Everytime Im in the streets I hear YACHT YACHT YACHT (Hook) Max Tribe down, where you at, ninja? f** what you say, where you at my ninja? Where the smoke stay, huh, my ninja? This is diTch city, you run, my ninja (Verse 1) Sam Brace yourself, Ill take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap how on your ditching crap or how we flame This is cul-de-sac and plenty petty acts and major pain Those were some good days but of course they had to fade Just like what happened to some of your grades Guess I had to go and contradict myself, aye Not the drill segeant, but the stress that weigh on your brain It was me, Ryan, Billy, Rob, we ride down Emerson lane It was nice, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh Up In Smoke and Friday, hope your smoke can be acceptable With society, the driver seat the first one to get blazed Seen a italian-skinned ninja with his bong blown out At the same gas station where *beep* hang out Now this is not a tape recorder saying that you do it But ever since that day, I was looking at him different That was back when I was 1-5, finny packed the spliff, he Blew on ryans porch, which is fine, they adapt to crime Pack a van with three tribe memebers at a time, with the sliding door f** is up? f** you ditching for if you ain't smokin up, you f**ing punk? Picking up the f**ing blunt, picking off you sneakers You gettin real high so somethings up, a wall of smoke coming from 28, grams, what the f** is up? That what we said when you left us instead of lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke lose You made us create Anti Tribe, f** your truce Now you crawl your head up into your room, now yo' getting super rude Ain't no peace treaty, just Anti Tribe not approving you Ditches on top of Ditches, blunts on top of blunts Obviously you guys are starting to become into some real c*nts When you hop on that trolley, make sure that you dont forget Make sure youre all kosher, or you guys will all have to regret They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh** ain't no threat You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with that rep Go buy a chopper and we have SannuG AppohC on speed dial, I guess DiTch city (Hook) Max Tribe down, where you at, ninja? f** what you say, where you at my ninja? Where the smoke stay, huh, my ninja? This diTch city, you run, my ninja (Bridge) Hunter If A-T and Tribe all got along They'd probably roast each other down by the end of this song Seem like the whole town go against them Everytime Im in the streets I hear -Part 2- (Intro) Will Wake your punk a** up! It ain't nothing but a Meadow thang G-yeah. Real simple and plain, Imma teach you some lea**ons About the street. It ain't nothing but a Meadow thang, G-yeah How we do (Verse 2) Hunter Fresh outta school cause you was sophmore grad Sleeping in Sams den creating diTch city was the lad Reality struck, I seen you leaving us Hit the lights bro, three ninjas hopped out on foot and dashed You needed a job, to keep your addiction Life gaurd for 3 months, and ended up feedin In fact, we got tired Then we were inspired By all of your old friends To create a 20 song diss track, roasting all of you in Project tores up Bars being made up While you smoke marichunana And they wonder why i dont smoke now Imagine if you started foaming at the mouth You would be tweakin The next weekend You left us I made allegiance That made a promise to see us roasting You know the reasons But still didn't even wife The Tribe, AKA "Meadows group sacrifice" (Interlude) Will G-yeah, ditchin, weed People been ditching for that sh** before summer You think you get away with it, but it really flip Why they lookin up and down the block and sh**? They sus as f** and sh**. Block a man in. Lexington Emerson, Bliss, its Meadow (Verse 3) Adam Im still in Longmeadow, smoke, yeah thats cool (Sarcasm) The smoke took you under, dont follow the rules But yeah thats like you, you think you in the hood where they bang And you keep on ditching for the same thing Pa** it to the left so you can smoke on you Couple weekends, haven't been here latley And a couple of lies to the anti tribe Blunts over there and everybody ran Tribe, were gonna slay, the roast life i crave Roasts hit the tribe, self esteem turn gray Mount up, hop into the whip Down the Emerson, you can't get a grip Trip, we in Longmeadow still So loat, hit the pedal cause yeah, its so real Deal with the outcome, wheel in our hand And a porch with 10 grams where a mothaf**a stand (Verse 4) Gar If I told someone that you ditched at 16, would they believe me? Or see me to be innocent Hunter you seen in the street With a bike, and some now and laters to eat Yom kippur keep me a skeleton, would you jump in the sea? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief And now is it safe to say that the Anti Tribe can go to sleep? With dreams of being a gunner or roaster, instead of boy with a Chopper That used to hold cul-de-sac, f** 'em if they all gossip The tribe with the weed, they criminizing They have given us enough lies, it drowns us with toxins Constantly smoking for high, hit the roast then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim And they roll it then they smoke it, and leave us behind A price on their head, probabaly can't even do a group project I like inside the belly of the rough Meadow, USA. Did It to Teach you to Choose not to Huff (Scratches) Dom DiTch city Meadow (Skit) Dom -Max- Ninja, pa** the blunt to the left, damn! You ain't the one that got f**ed up, what you holding it for? Ninjas always acting unsensitive And sh** -Ninja, that ain't no word- Ninja shut up! Hey, Finn, you good, my ninja? Dont even trip, just lay Back and smoke that