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Quiet Storm (Freestyle)

 

Quiet Storm (Freestyle)


Ayy, ayy, ayy

Niggas say they shaking spots, they ain't shook shit
In your DNA, and your resume say you whole bitch
Niggas saying, "Stop snitchin'", but be the main snitch
All up in the mix, tryna see what Kool-Aid up in my pitch
Don't participate in niggas antics
I'm a solo bandit, come around niggas they ban it
I see you hating from a panoramic
I'm in a Rolls Royce Cullinan, and my nigga, my own ceiling dancing
From a city where every enemy gotta die
I let a nigga slide, he came back, hit two of mine
Reach to the sky and dart your eyes if you hit one of mine
A couple weeks later they found that boy without his mind
Never dodging when my brother say it's hammer time
Sliding out my momma car, hop out the whip and walk 'em down
Excited killers, when we do it, we make sure we smile
Blood on my shoes, black Forces red bottoms now
Used to wonder why my own niggas fragile
'Cause they know that every snake came around, he dead now
Yeah he survived, but he dead from the waist down
Next time that I catch up to him, wet his face until he drown
[?] giving niggas blues for rap beef
This gun ain't got BB's but I'm a king toter, 7.62's on Bill Street
A lot of rap niggas my son, I just been a deadbeat
Came here to keep it raw just like some red meat, nigga
And everybody gangsta 'til a gangsta in the room
And everybody gangsta 'til they momma picking tombs
And everybody gangsta 'til the judge drop the gavel
And everybody gangsta 'til they in that courtroom
And I don't feel these niggas like my nerves numb or missing
I can feel a setup, bitch, I ain't dumb, I ain't tripping
He was bitching on my lick so I smacked him with the Smith &
Shoulda knew what he had signed up for before you took the mission
And why these niggas playing with me like I ain't top five
Like I ain't been serving these rappers like it's lunchtime
Like I ain't got over a billion-some fucking views
Ayy, I'm the whole fucking entre, you the small fry
I shoulda been on the bigger screen, know for sure they black-balling me
Know I did for you unfollow me, did I lie?
Ayy, tell them niggas, "Wake up before it's too late", because I promise I'ma be on the same level as Drake, nigga
I want the youth to be like me, keeping it G
And staying out the streets, handling business
Overkilling for a petty beef
I hope they listen to a king when he speak, nigga

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