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Unsullied Video (MV)




Performed By: Reno Nevada
Length: 3:38
Written by: Renaldo McClinton




Reno Nevada - Unsullied Lyrics
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Aye
Bitch I'm straight out Caddo Parish
If you bringing it through Shreveport man you gotta pay the tariff
Handle problems like a big boy ain't no running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys
If you tryna be successful then you gotta put in work
Spent some time around some niggas went and got it out the dirt
Felt the pressure when Smith enterprise was almost at an end
I was right there in them trenches when that shit was looking grim
Saw the panic on my niggas cause they pockets getting slim
Built a hustle out of t-shirts to a million dollar brand
On my mama we ate Popeyes every day of 2010
Two piece biscuit was $2 and that's all we had to spend
Being rich and going broke again is starting to be a trend
Still ain't got my shit together and that's much to my chagrin
I'm still struggling to understand the makings of a man
I been praying to Jehovah for a fertile plot of land
For some agriculture moves and infrastructure for my fam
Trying to get the football rolling on a billion dollar plan
And before I pull the trigger got to run it by the clan
When you really living life you don't record it for the 'gram nah
What the f*ck mean aye bitch I'm straight out Caddo Parish
If you bringing it through Shreveport man you gotta pay the tariff
Handle problems like a big boy ain't no running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys yea
They begin their training at five
Everyday they drill from dawn to dusk
Until they have mastered the short sword, the shield and the three spears
No denying that my new shit got the venue going dumb
At my threshold with the substances my body feeling numb
You know all I drink is whiskey so I'm solid on that rum
Women want a man with money so you better get some funds
Had the doorman pat me down but I still smuggled in the drum
And this cookie monster complex got me counting every crumb
Man these cookies and gelato gradually f*cking up me lungs
Spent an hour trying convince her come and sit it on my tongue
Keep my head and move in silence is a basic rule of thumb
Still eat butter rice and scrambled eggs cause bitch I'm from the slum
When that money coming in you see how records get expunged
When your bail two million dollars ain't no going on the run
I don't care how long we friends boy I ain't hanging with no bum
Book a trip to Alkebulan cause I got to get some sun
And our love done run its course so you know why I ain't respond
You can't tell that I'm the dung, you can smell my underarm, damn
What the f*ck you mean aye bitch I'm straight out Caddo Parish
If you bringing it through Shreveport man you gotta pay the tariff
Handle problems like a big boy ain't no running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys yea
I might show up at your doorstep with the
My master says the Unsullied are not men, death means nothing to them
Yea
Got the AR in the band
Got the AR 60 bands
Aye f*cking up a band
Straight gangster shit, straight, real nigga in this bitch, count that
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Aye
Bitch I'm straight out Caddo Parish
If you bringing it through Shreveport man you gotta pay the tariff
Handle problems like a big boy ain't no running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys
If you tryna be successful then you gotta put in work
Spent some time around some niggas went and got it out the dirt
Felt the pressure when Smith enterprise was almost at an end
I was right there in them trenches when that shit was looking grim
Saw the panic on my niggas cause they pockets getting slim
Built a hustle out of t-shirts to a million dollar brand
On my mama we ate Popeyes every day of 2010
Two piece biscuit was $2 and that's all we had to spend
Being rich and going broke again is starting to be a trend
Still ain't got my shit together and that's much to my chagrin
I'm still struggling to understand the makings of a man
I been praying to Jehovah for a fertile plot of land
For some agriculture moves and infrastructure for my fam
Trying to get the football rolling on a billion dollar plan
And before I pull the trigger got to run it by the clan
When you really living life you don't record it for the 'gram nah
What the f*ck mean aye bitch I'm straight out Caddo Parish
If you bringing it through Shreveport man you gotta pay the tariff
Handle problems like a big boy ain't no running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys yea
They begin their training at five
Everyday they drill from dawn to dusk
Until they have mastered the short sword, the shield and the three spears
No denying that my new shit got the venue going dumb
At my threshold with the substances my body feeling numb
You know all I drink is whiskey so I'm solid on that rum
Women want a man with money so you better get some funds
Had the doorman pat me down but I still smuggled in the drum
And this cookie monster complex got me counting every crumb
Man these cookies and gelato gradually f*cking up me lungs
Spent an hour trying convince her come and sit it on my tongue
Keep my head and move in silence is a basic rule of thumb
Still eat butter rice and scrambled eggs cause bitch I'm from the slum
When that money coming in you see how records get expunged
When your bail two million dollars ain't no going on the run
I don't care how long we friends boy I ain't hanging with no bum
Book a trip to Alkebulan cause I got to get some sun
And our love done run its course so you know why I ain't respond
You can't tell that I'm the dung, you can smell my underarm, damn
What the f*ck you mean aye bitch I'm straight out Caddo Parish
If you bringing it through Shreveport man you gotta pay the tariff
Handle problems like a big boy ain't no running for the Sheriff
I might show up at your door with the Unsullied like Danerys yea
I might show up at your doorstep with the
My master says the Unsullied are not men, death means nothing to them
Yea
Got the AR in the band
Got the AR 60 bands
Aye f*cking up a band
Straight gangster shit, straight, real nigga in this bitch, count that
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Writer: Renaldo McClinton
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