Kobby Dope - Ribcage Music Ii (prod. By Sergio) lyrics

Intro: Ribcage Music, oo ooooo ooooooo [Vocal in distinct] Real Music for the Deep minded Ribcage its Kobby dope Verse 1[Kobby Dope] The feeling off, being the new kid on the block Everybody listens to you when you talk Cos people want to know exactly what you got to say What is on your mind and how heavy it weighs The feeling off sitting right next to somebody when He ask a friend and a friend ask another friend Who is this kobby dope everyone is talking about He got into the game and got everyone walking out Was not like this when I started, 5 years ago they said I just did not have And that my target could only be my habit I did not stand a chance at least not on this planet They said I needed the kick, inception I was not born to spit cos I would never be pregnant I would be top, only when I had my shirt on So I had to get the message like texting [Spoken Word]Kobby Dope: So I weighed my options, Is this by the dream worth pursuing? Im staring blankly At my automatically hibernated laptop screen Lost in thoughts, should I let this hate get to me Or should I let the hate get to me Im at a cross road in life journey Contemplating if I should take the proverbial step That is supposed to kick start A journey of a million miles Or to turn back to never turn back Never! Verse 2 [Kobby Dope] But I will look sharp, In fact I will look Panasonic And my pockets will grow fat like its taking blood tonic Saying I am something apart from the best is ironic Cos then Ill run the whole freaking game, sonic It will be show after show, we will get show money, so we will show money I told money, got to go but Ill be back before you know money L-o-l you have to take away the joke money And if the money jie en prick, we will blow I will put my signature on the contract and it will be like ebe oil I dey shoot I call that arrow and bow money Now you will find me without even looking Cos I will be all over the place, all over like roofing I had a dream I was tired from the show at the arena So I took a nap and I was dreaming in my dream car I k**ed every rapper, stilled every shatta Collected the blood and I spilled in the gutter Am saying competition motivates me papa But of late it seems it just died, Atta So invite me to your stage, say make I come drop my lines Then I will steal the show like procrastination did to time Cos the way that I be rapping in this thing No telenovela, I have got pa**ion in this thing Rib cage music I put my heart in this thing The game is my boxers you should know its big balls in this thing