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Convince Staples Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr. Verde
Length: 2:52
Written by: Ryan V




Mr. Verde - Convince Staples Lyrics




I aint scared of whats in my mental
When in a pickle
I keep it simple
Get it popping like a pimple
Cliche lines
To compliment the cliche rhyme scheme
I might scream if i see someone dressed in all green
KD and OKC
Thats not my team
Kruger alert
Wup thats not my dream
Tried to walk on water
Messed around and caused a ripple
Take the index and the thumb and put a loser to ya temple
I done had a change of faith
Now im a loser in the temple
Boy meets world
Im keeping malcolm in middle
They say ya seem stuck up
Im really not
Okay a little
A violin?
Its really not
Its just a fiddle
You violent?
Im really not
But i can kill you
You aethiest?
I put a fear of god right back up in you
You feeling me?
I put the fear of dick all up up in yah
You say want to be my shawty
My little pequeña
You best not step up to the master if you beginner
She healthy with the knowledge then i might just have to pick her
You filthy with the brain
Yeah you might just be a winner
To win her heart
Just eat it up like chicken dinner

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police

Im feeling like youre Superman
And im kryptonite
I think i might roll with snoop dogg
And go Crip tonight
Oh what a sight
Whataburger got the one up
Here on mcdonalds fries
And if you disagree
Then you aint never been to Texas right
H-town
Where you at
Throw it up
Show your right
Spiky thangs up on the rims
We call em slabs or swangers right
You wanna battle me
You need hit this left and bust a right
Take a u-turn
Down the train of thought ya came from
Step into the ring with me
Ha
Ya so dumb
Wanna guard while i take my shot
So f*cking dumb
Put ya hands on this hot pot
So f*cking dumb
A castle made of couches
So i call it
Sofa kingdom
Kit nd kaboodle
The whole shebang
And then some
A cute asian mami
So i took her out for dim sum
Ate her edamame
Then she asked me can i get some
Im hotter than wasabii
Keep my name up off of your tongue
Yo buds caint handle the taste of a thousand suns
Im the odd man out
Like zero amongst a thousand ones
Tryna rain on your parade
Like i just threw up a thousand ones

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police
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I aint scared of whats in my mental
When in a pickle
I keep it simple
Get it popping like a pimple
Cliche lines
To compliment the cliche rhyme scheme
I might scream if i see someone dressed in all green
KD and OKC
Thats not my team
Kruger alert
Wup thats not my dream
Tried to walk on water
Messed around and caused a ripple
Take the index and the thumb and put a loser to ya temple
I done had a change of faith
Now im a loser in the temple
Boy meets world
Im keeping malcolm in middle
They say ya seem stuck up
Im really not
Okay a little
A violin?
Its really not
Its just a fiddle
You violent?
Im really not
But i can kill you
You aethiest?
I put a fear of god right back up in you
You feeling me?
I put the fear of dick all up up in yah
You say want to be my shawty
My little pequeña
You best not step up to the master if you beginner
She healthy with the knowledge then i might just have to pick her
You filthy with the brain
Yeah you might just be a winner
To win her heart
Just eat it up like chicken dinner

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police

Im feeling like youre Superman
And im kryptonite
I think i might roll with snoop dogg
And go Crip tonight
Oh what a sight
Whataburger got the one up
Here on mcdonalds fries
And if you disagree
Then you aint never been to Texas right
H-town
Where you at
Throw it up
Show your right
Spiky thangs up on the rims
We call em slabs or swangers right
You wanna battle me
You need hit this left and bust a right
Take a u-turn
Down the train of thought ya came from
Step into the ring with me
Ha
Ya so dumb
Wanna guard while i take my shot
So f*cking dumb
Put ya hands on this hot pot
So f*cking dumb
A castle made of couches
So i call it
Sofa kingdom
Kit nd kaboodle
The whole shebang
And then some
A cute asian mami
So i took her out for dim sum
Ate her edamame
Then she asked me can i get some
Im hotter than wasabii
Keep my name up off of your tongue
Yo buds caint handle the taste of a thousand suns
Im the odd man out
Like zero amongst a thousand ones
Tryna rain on your parade
Like i just threw up a thousand ones

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police

I see you chilling with ya homies
You makes faces you dont know me
You tryna prove that you a OG
Convince staples
Cause i aint ran from nothing but the police
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Writer: Ryan V
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