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Quarantine Tales 2 Freestyle

 

Quarantine Tales 2 Freestyle


Nothing like knowing them killers lurking, we been cautious
[?], nearly lost him
We been in the trenches playing office
Stash box every shark and won't forget about drinking up out that faucet
How we 20 doing 20? Made me nauseous
His heart froze, he almost died before
We been sliding more and tryna find 'em more
Every skeleton in my closet was alive before
I'm traumatized, I don't regret it, we don't apologize
Percocets to try and ease these homocides
It's up, it's time to play again
Stumble on his words, he tryna pray again
Watch out for them suckers in your circle, how he make it in?
It's spooky, you'll probably say I changed if you knew me
Be sending goonies, going at it out his movie
Catch a body for the gangbang, money, power, toolies
Never told
Had to take his lawyer money to his umi
Still be spitting for the killers in the trap
They feel it when I rap
Couldn't get my nigga back, so we gon' spin and get some tax
Spinning with my sharks around, hammerheads and makos
Ten bands a feature, bought a crate full of Dracos
Out before my mama finish cooking, fuck them Eggos
30 straight to VVS's, 80 in the safe, though
I could go any day, though
I only trust my nana and this fuego
How they switch up and tell me that I changed, though?
It's nothing like your bitch
It's nothing like finding out he a snitch or you catching him out of bounds 'cause it's lit
We make lines, you never overstep it
Hope we catch him, next new piece might go baguette him
Bought the shooters just to keep it copacetic
Thought they cut his sentence shorter so we said it
Life is short, but so what? Death is
You ain't did the job 'til you know he breathless
Me and the gobblers know it's gang, we only got us
Getting head while tryna sort out all my problems
The heavenly father
Nothing like knowing the shooter breathing
With my demons, call me if you see him
Locked my youngest dog, he in the kennel, still screaming, "Free him"
[?], throw a celebration once we G.O.D him
Bitch, I'm out of state, these shoes European
Scary? Very
We gotta tamper with the witness if it's necessary
All this goonie shit, this here hereditary
Hustle starting February, ending February, gang never worried
Heard the opps is doing great, be better buried
Chopper get the banging, make a picture where we slide up
Up a couple bodies, why they think we tied up?
Candles and balloons, [?] where the blood dried up
All these bitches liars, how I'm supposed to make my mind up?
Nothing like it

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