Feat. Santos
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(Intro)
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Y'all niggas can't be serious right now
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Tryna fuck with this flow
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Aha. Best flow, persistent, the delivery is me
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(Verse)
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Leave 'em in the morgue on the table
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Shoot till it's fatal, hit two Kenedies from the roof
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Never me bitter, index in front of the trigger
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They'd rather tie you up in front of you nigga
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Yellow caution is often, before dark they put 'em down in the park
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Go get that bitch outline with some chalk
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For every target's a duck
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Autowar, pick your forces of dark
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Devil if a nigga caught in a cart
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Stand low on the notch, attack mode, how I'm feeling this year
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You niggas scared, I could feel it in the air
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Hard feeling is there, put 'em deep or we grim reaper, you fuckin' divas
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We had a quarter with thirty six of you Justin Biebers
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Bout that water they cut thru, still gettin' reckless
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One pull in the dust smoke, they gettin' naked
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Momma struggle, no dad, the street razor
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Yeah, dipped in that holy water, the heat take us
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Till the lawyers they gotta spoil, that's why they loyal
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No fedeft in the jungle, nigga, I'm bout it, Sawyer
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I'm in the trenches, fill the pot on the sweetest vics
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I'm with the jackals, they lurkin' niggas, they need a lift
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Fuck yo head, it's fifth hit like Ager
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Duck the tape of ransom money, you get that paper
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Niggas dead, chicos laugh when it's quatro cinco
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Pullin' live from this block, it's wiggle
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Wiggle hot in my yard, shout out to H, fuck the cops at my door
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Fourteen hit the block of my heart
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Baby Glock in my drawer, keep the stash, navy clock in my drawer
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Hus, why you on top of a whore?
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I'm on the block with my boss, hand in hand and duckin' cops in the tors'
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Plain clothes and the tenant explores
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Tryna finish my chores, shout out to Pop to keep the stash in the store
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Two rags for the stash in the door
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Bet a choppa could fit. Hood check, kill my footsteps, nigga
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Kennet, gunnin' season, I'm alive, my nigga
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Money, chasin' eleven more, ready for every war
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Call off the coridor nigga, we leavin' deadly whore
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We stick assassin on that low-low nigga, too flashy
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Equal the jack boys and popo nigga
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Till the death I'mma ride, let's vibe these homicides
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Kamikaz, competition for Shamalaz
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(Verse)
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I spark flames for this note-pad with this I'm crazy with the voc pad
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These ever rappers throwin' the towel
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I'm makin' them show flags
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I never was the most have, was more like a have-not
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Raised by the garnister, fibered by the black op
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Grew up on the realest side, I seen some of the realest die
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That's how I learn to stay away from snakes, it's how I feel they vibin'
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When you see a nigga dead, you look him straight in his eyes
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Had to learn the hard way, cause I mistaked a million times
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This for my thugs with a package in they drawers
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Pussies got that hood hot cause they keep rattin' to the law
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I can fuck with my bitch goin' at it, she be druggest
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Next time I leave the crib, I be on it till the morn'
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Can't stop till it's platinum on my wall and I neva get comfortable
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Cause I'm betta with my back against the wall
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That's why I'm puttin' bed rock, killin' these rappers
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Here, pass me the hot, I set fire to the atmosphere
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I speed up, emergency, I'm killin' them verbally
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I'm just chasin' my currency, niggas say they gon' murder me
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Breathe Easy
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Young Chris |