Srabi Machine - Fables lyrics

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Srabi Machine - Fables lyrics

[intro] I could sell you stories Woo I could sell you stories Woo [hook] I could sell you stories But this ain't Balamory I ain't out here flipping bricks n***a You know my mother raised a good n***a I could sell you stories But this ain't Balamory I was never in the hood n***a You know my mother raised a good n***a [verse 1] No i don't carry I.D Smoking poison ivy Sipping two amigos Sipping three amigos Power to the people They understand the movement Now they know I'm able x2 To go anywhere My music everywhere This b**hes dig my profile I ain't on no label You've all heard the stories You know that Cain k**ed Abel Still be banging kano Still be banging kano [Hook] [verse 2] Loyal to them numbers Slowly applied some pressure See how I got them tweaking See how this sh**s organic Better take me in Your dealing with a God Make them through their hands up Like their trying to pray to God I could sell you stories From no one knowing my name To open mic's, flew overseas And now promoters be booking my name Sell you stories I been putting in work Engraving my name in the game Told my mother don't worry Your sons got this Im going to make them remember my face [Interlude] You see The thing about Organic is... It would be nothing without putting it threw the machine Burn x4 [Verse 3: Bridge + Outro] This sh** started from a freestyle n******gs wernt ready for the mixtape Now they hear i'm working on a EP Imma have that sh** banging like an album Im doing everything i told you that i would do Couple n******gs in my city show me mad love Some of them are trying Mhmm mhmm mhmm f** it When will the cheques come f** it they can come when they want to At the end of the day Ima get mine I give the people what they ask Heading to the top floor Road trips in and out the city Airport in and out of cities This sh** started back in 06 Was the kid Who was f**ing up every dance floor Sneaking out to raves on a weekend Only other option Was to stay over a friends house Popped my first brunch at sixteen I was the kid Who would try and do everything Ask me who i was I would tell a n***a everything Ain't no politicking Time is ticking Trying to get it in It ain't easy where Your from I'm from You know we just trying to win