Original Rasta lyrics

[Intro]:
Top Shotta
Opp spotta
I'm the original rasta

[Verse]
How I never got touched and be talkin' that sh*t
'Cause word to my [?], I walk with that bit'
I slide on their block, then we hawkin that b*tch
Oh you ridin' for her? you can fall with that b*tch
I'm not havin' the [?] you can throw up that sh*t
And after I hit, I'm not callin' that b*tch
Spin the block with a chop, until one in that sh*t
I ain't tryna get booked, I ain't postin' that sh*t
That's him right there
Clickin', never play the opps in a function, gettin' lit
He can be shootin' but missin' sh*t
I hit the [?]
[?] go booked for an innocent
Show name, but they know we're kickin' it
Ain't no more pandemic or pandemic, pandemic, kickin' it
New opp, where they at? Just to see his fait
Right before hе died, shoulda seen his face
Put him at his [?]
I put him in a blunt, they put him on a chain
Nеver said that [?] sh*t, ain't been the same
Smokin' Lil Loc, get back gang
Rah Rah, died, we spinnin' through the Rey'
[?]
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Can’t go out like—Shh, I stay away from parties
Face shot, n*gga died in a heartbeat
Tap your head
n*gga Naz got left, now we screamin’ “Nazzy”
n*gga dead
Probably up there with ‘Rippy, Lenny, Blay and Marky