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LET EM KNOW

 

LET EM KNOW

(album: PROBOSCIDEA - 2020)


[?]

Uh, look
I've done things most niggas'll never do
I've seen things most niggas'll never see
I've gone places most niggas'll never go
Nah, I ain't bragging I just gotta let 'em know
So when you talk to a nigga better treat him as such
I always stood on my own two, I never needed a crutch
I'm KD in the clutch 'cause if I let that bitch fly you immediately touch
Mwah, kisses, goodbye
I kick shit with misfits, hit chicks, and slide
Slick sick like I slit my wrist and died
I give off a piston vibe, I'm a bad boy I'll give you blues brotha', you Dan Aykroyd
Rappers is fibbing, no pass turning to tabloids
Kids turn into killers don't believe that noise
When did rap become wrestling? So now you gotta act since [?]
Them fools will get clapped in the West Inn
Lil' niggas twisting their fingers, literally pointing a handgun, never lifted a banger
But let their raps tell niggas their gangsta
Me? I'm just a thug with a [?] and a pager
I'm tryna put some gold in your memory bank
I been told em, niggas can't hold em
Shit I spit so potent like I'm spitting from a podium
Dudes is salty, he's up off the sodium
Gassing trash rappers they eat up y'all petroleum
Think they bulletproof til somebody put a hole in em
And I'm just holding my scrotum over soul chops
Yeah it's Grip, chip off the old block
Tote Glocks that'll rip off ya whole top
And if we put the guns away you getting cold cots
Serving up cold cuts like a sandwich shop
Jam n pop with the [?]
Know a lot of niggas wishing the man had flopped but nah, he stand' tall and demand his props
New nigga, that get compared to greats
But I'm the only one that gotta bear this weight
So if you wanna lend a hand, you should share this tape
How I try to do the gang you'll swear its rape
Gotta milk this shit for what it's worth, get the butter first
They gon' have to cut a check 'fore I cut a verse
I be damned if I got this far to struggle worse
Nigga, I'm tryna put some m's in my mother's purse
Been going in like a knocked knee
That's why in my city I'm top 3
I mean who else if not me

Fatto

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