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Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
Burn that nigga feet up man
This nigga in here man
Fuck this nigga doin' b
Black nigga in Boston by fiends you wild ass
Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
Sheet skin socks ass nigga right here b
What the hell is goin' on man
Light that nigga feet up son c'mon man
I done blacked out, no man is safe, your crew is
Cornered
Why did you think you could step over me I'm too
Enormous
Plus I heard you was an informant, cold brew sell 'em
Roll out the plastic, I'm about to catch a body on this
Low threat [?] I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you
That's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
Hoes I don't chase those, too much drama with 'em
Not alone, I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch
Feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
Business man baby steak, be deucin' them dollar signs
Line for line I'm dope don't mix me with Kwana
When the spike hit it'll make flatline, period
One word to describe my grind, son I'm serious
Shank docor with choppers raining on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealing shit
This what it comes to, wiling like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got
Ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya
Crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got
Ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya
Crew when it's time for that warfare
I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law brick, beat cases, don't cop pleads
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
I'm a star, you a starburst sweeter than fruit
No kinda background claimed killer, then who did you
Shoot
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, say we blast on Satan
Take trips in and out of the country
Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good, my paper got
Me comfy
You in the hood jokin' you wanna war with me
I get your project shot down while your land lord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your
Establishment
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got
Ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya
Crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got
Ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya
Crew when it's time for that warfare