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Denzel Curry

Strictly 4 My R.V.I.D.X.R.Z.

 

Strictly 4 My R.V.I.D.X.R.Z.


Niggas these days is ready to shoot a nigga instead of popping a cop
Well these niggas, I'mma tell 'em how it is my nigga
Coming from my mouth, Strictly For My Raiders

This song goes out to motherfucking
Cops and to the punk police
Wanna see you pop a nigga
Wanna see you kill a nigga, no just, no peace
Little niggas wanna grab that gauge
Around that motherfucking Blackland
CC where I be, motherfuckers 'round here
Wanna kill a black man

Niggas wanna talk that shit
Always saying you gangsta, but real niggas know you a bitch
Had a couple homies that hit a couple licks
That what you expect when you never had shit
Growing up in the mothafucking slums
With a fucking gun to yo mothafucking gums
And pop a nigga in his mothafucking lungs
Two shots and you dead, yo little ass is done
Increase the skill, right now it's fuck how you feel
The way I get up, you get chills
Niggas they claiming they trill
All because they rocking a slug and they grill
Quit faking the phonk
Immortal words, from my nigga Key
Bitch, I could rock a pink shirt
Polka dot hat and still do me
Real nigga to the letter
Goddesses they getting wetter
When niggas get outta line with the real
The semi just might bless ya
But coppers wanna take your life
More than you wanna take mine
Lets start a revolution
Everybody grab a nine
Bitch

This is for America
Bout to put this shit in check
See me with my hoodie on
Just know these crackers wanna grab that TEC
Cause they feel a threat
Cock that beam and aim it at your chest
No I'm not wearing a vest
Don't really care, cause this life is a test
My soul relieved
Nigga not tripping I won't spaz
Remember Trayvon Martin
Then I blast on Zimmerman's ass
Its amazing how
They'll lock me up for petty shit
Though I cannot live this life
Like this, but I keep taking it
Darker the flesh, the tighter the noose
They calling us coon and they calling em' goose
Look at my flesh, dig deep in the roots
The shit that I speak is the [?] of the truth
Nowadays
All these mothafuckas hitting shipe
Yes, I was born in this world
But since I'm black I'm born with a strike
Bitch

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