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(album: HATE IS DEAD - 2021)


Yeah, fuck your money, fuck your fame, we are not the same
Yeah, that's my brother, that's my blood, man, we all the same
Yeah, the first nigga act outta' line, he gon' get hit close range
Yeah, Red Dead Redemption I pull out that .30 and aim for the brain (Bah)
We in a Rari, we in a Bentley, we in a whole different lane
Hit the bitch once, she calling back, I don't even know the hoe name
She wanna kick it, I'm not with that, I sent that ho straight on a plane
Yeah, we getting fly, we getting high, I'm in the sky like a crane
She let me hit, she think I'm famous, she do not fuck with no lames (Woo)
I'm a dark knight, but when I'm with gang, they say that I'm more like Bane
Play with the gang, you know that they knocking off brains

We still in the block, we go hard in the paint
I stay with my Glock, you get hit on the face
I'm King of the Hill, I feel like Hank
Purple Glocky like a saint
He slid in a Honda, I slide in a tank
He not with the gang, he don't got a rank
I'm walking around with the motherfucking bank
Smoking on gas, smoking on dank (Bitch)
Blowing her back, giving her face
Put on my mask, too much hate
Pull up with chopps, now my opps in a lake
Got some cops in the block, now we hopping a gate
We from 800 block where the opps do not hang
We from 800 block where the opps cannot bang
I got pulled over, I don't know a thing
Run up some racks, he gon' get you a train
Run up some racks, he gon' get you a name
My bro from the Chi' and he letting it bang
You keep saving hoes, I'ma get you a cape
My bitch is a ten out of eight
I told you I'm cozy, K?
You probably wouldn't even make it this way
Broke ass games, I don't know how to play
Gun too big, it'll blow up your face (Yes)
Racks on me, she tryna see what I weigh
When I'm in New Orleans, I feel like a saint
Keep one in the head 'cause these niggas all fake
Got booked for a show but I'm showing up late
Presidential, you know how I'm riding
I just showed 'em the racks, now she quiet
She just took a fake Perc, now she dying
In expensive threads, I'm at her high end

done

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