GrindHard E & RMC Mike - How Dare You

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verse 1: grindhard e
I ain't where i wanna be, but i'ma get there
My nigga still fuckin' with the— he bought a big square
The trap boom harder than a bitch, but i can't sit there
Boys got behind us, just drove past fast, i said, "woo," i feel like ric flair
Night at the western, you might see me with your bitch there
Got caught cheatin', so i bought my bitch a big bear
You would never catch me shootin' up a crib, it might be kids there
I just got some old hi-tech, man, this shit rare
Somebody just called me with some more drank, but i don't even care
You pull up to my crib, don't call, i'ma act like i ain't еven there
Knock up on thе door, have my bitch lie and say, "he ain't even here"
In god i trust, but on this earth, ain't no man i fear
This bitch looked at my ice, said my neck look like a chandelier
You niggas' diamonds cloudy, they ain't that clear
Why you starin' at the drank? (huh?)
Why you lookin' at my pop? you wanna know what i just poured? it's an eight in here
Left the lean in the car on accident, the sun turned it clear
Got to the bottle, opened it up like this can't be real (fuck)
Her ass look too fat, man, it can't be real
He ain't real, if he get jammed up, he gon' take a deal
Lookin' over your shoulders every day ain't the way to live
Talkin' 'bout if he ain't tell 'em what he did, they was gon' take his kids
How the fuck you let 'em scare you?
You even told on your own family members, man, how dare you?

verse 2: rmc mike
Damn, you told on your fam, you should die for it
I just found a pint of act', i almost cried for it
Told my bitch, "they say the truth hurt" and almost lied to her
But i love the bitch, i swear, one day, i punched a dyke for her
Plus she got that wet-ass pussy that you would die for
You let that man get away with some shit i would've slide for
Oops, i mean slid for
Hit a six of tris with some shit, he drunk a thin four
Four-nicky hit him in his face, left a chin sore
Yeah, i appreciate the riches 'cause i been poor
Put me in the game and drop forty like a big scorer
I wouldn't put my dick near that bitch, she a big whore
And no, i cannot fuck you for an hour, i'm not fit for it
Pin her to the ground, fuckin' hard, talkin' shit to her
Made a hundred in the o off four cities, that's a quick tour
Only shot the fifty-cal nine times, it got some kick to it
My arab got a fuckin' rocket launcher, he my rich shooter
I just hit my nigga main bitch with a pit maneuver
I can make a fuckin' plane flip with the shit i'm shootin'
Sip so much drank, it come out purple when i piss fluids
I knew the bitch had some good pussy from her hip movement
Scoot had a hundred rounds on him, made him quit shootin'
If you ain't made at least a hundred thou', boy, you big stupid
My plug said he got a hundred pounds he finna ship to me (shit)
 
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The song "How Dare You" by GrindHard E and RMC Mike is a gritty and raw track that delves into the street life and the consequences of betrayal. GrindHard E kicks off the song with a verse about his hustle and the risks he takes to achieve his goals. He talks about dodging the police, cheating on his girl, and his love for lean. He questions the loyalty of others and reflects on the fear that drives people to snitch on their own family members.

RMC Mike takes over with a hard-hitting verse that showcases his aggressive flow and clever wordplay. He talks about loyalty, violence, and his experiences in the drug game. He boasts about his success and his ability to make money quickly, while also highlighting the dangers and risks involved in his lifestyle.

Overall, "How Dare You" is a powerful and intense track that sheds light on the harsh realities of the streets and the code of honor that some live by. The lyrics are honest, raw, and unapologetic, making it a standout track in the world of hip-hop.

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GrindHard E & RMC Mike - How Dare You
{verse 1: grindhard e} I ain't where i wanna be, but i'ma get there My nigga still fuckin' with the— he bought a big square The trap boom harder than a bitch, but