Niggas 42 and tryna bang
It's time for jazz now
Youngins fucked you up 'cause you can't hang
Oh what you mad now?
I can't do no beef
I'm steady trippin' 'bout this cash cow
Tried to spin the block but we got lost
And now we assed out
Black power fisted a cop's wife
The VVs on the bezzle feel serrated like bread knife
The rifle got a hubble
He can shoot from a mad height
But only if I'm losing in the one on a bad night
Stop tryna atone
We the type to give glass cannons a stone
Let it known
Doing dirt from the block
Straight to the phone
For the throne
Niggas know that that ruger sine qua non
If this my last time seein' your eyes
I love you so, tell the folks
That I'm tired of thuggin' through obituaries
Niggas fake mad
Know the death threats be temporary
Scary hours for rappers that
Let the labels do the talking
That rebellion ain't comin' from in the office, nigga
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Genetically predisposed to snow
To fund the anti-communists
Wonderin' since a jit why the folks
Around me was somnolent
Had to remain cognizant, vigilant
Do my due diligence
When delivering dissonance to blissfulness
Witness the downfall and preclusion of mankind
Product of those experiments like Sol Badguy
So why, delay a promise?
We been the Jihadist
These niggas riskin' they life for
These crackers like Pocahontas
Been a overachiever
So I don't bang with the settlers
I'm dappin' up with the rebels and
Reformed dope peddlers
Inshallah on top of the prison letters
Lookin' at her illnesses and
Praying she get better
Damning the evanescence of solace
Damages from the penmanship set fire
To the plans that they plotted
Blood on my hands, I didn't have any options
Praise from the ones
That knew about my intentions
This is how they get us Hector
They convince us that there is no future
There's only an eternal now
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Bad bitch lip locker, miraculous shit talker, clip stocker
Yeah we really in them streets like jaywalkers
Killers tote guns was never down with the fencin'
Rob your grave like you Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen
I ain't gotta like a rapper
I'm Denzel in Fences
Asking me for favors
I'm hesitant just to lend it
'Cause if a serpent get to hissing
What a inconvenience
Now I gotta show a nigga I ain't with the tweetin'
I put my shootas in my duas every nightfall
Soldiers of the righteous
I hate when all of my knights fall
I been duckin' raindrops, I'm a sun child
Ever since I learned that my bloodline was done foul
Liquor and gun stores
Down to the fentanyl
They got them lasers pointed at the
Marginals like Sentinels
They don't wanna interview
'Cause every time I step on the mic
I get the urge to tell these crackers what we finna do
Anglo anathema
Shootas that come from Attica, Africa
Givin' crackers sciatica with the caliber
Always quick to press a motherfucker
Like The Graduate
Know they sendin' shots but I don't trip
'Cause they not accurate, nigga