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BREGMA Freestyle 2
Everybody say the
same thing "He looks like a
baby, he looks like a
baby" Until they stick a
gun in your face Run that shit, nigga, fucking he' A
majority of these crimes are being committed by gang members According to investigators, there are more than a
hundred and thirty-five gangs in Atlanta Increasing teens, arming themselves, and getting a
gun is just the
first step Yo, GRIP Try do this in one take, uh My heads low, I
need that shit tenfold The
same shit I
pray for be shit that I
sin for So playing Nintendo, while pistols crescendo Them nigga busting, stay away from the
window Fuck one-on-one, niggas aim at your temple That's run-and-gun, can you play at that tempo? Was young and dumb, plus we faded a
little Got uncles gun, and it's plated with nickel I'm in war with myself, but I'm nice and calm Still up writing 'til the
crack of dawn Tryna get some racks in these ashy palms Maybe then I
can get some cash for moms 'Cause Lord knows she needs it The
raps is cold, yeah the
flow anemic As far as my hood go, I
throw it up every chance I
get, but I'm no bulimic Paint this picture with a
stroke of genius, woke the
demons up just to exercise I'm tryna stretch it though, I
need a
plate with some extra sides Pester and get sprayed like a
pesticide And won't nobody testify (Huh), damn, I
can attest to that My ex never gave me the
time of day, but now that I
got next, she be texting back Let's address the
facts, I'm bringing death to tracks I
should hit the
studio dressed in black I
been cooking up like the
chef from scratch And this shit crack, you can test the
batch And nah, I
ain't saying I'm the
best at rap I
just really ain't impressed with cats I
treat the
concrete like a
wrestling mat Then slam a
nigga on his neck 'til it sound like a
pretzel snapped I
bet that'll make em' lay down Stay down, run up, get done up Hand get to feeling like nunchucks Dumbfuck got his front struck with a
gun But your last shit sucked, it belonged in a
dump truck Telling other homies you finally got one (I finally got one) I
asked for him to cover, then tossed the
disses, shot the
bitch out the
air with a
shotgun Niggas love to claim where they not from And lil' niggas itching just to pop some I
may be a
lot of things but I'm not dumb Uhh, at least not 'til the
cops come My whole life I
done been in limbo Really can't afford to let a
limb drag (Hmm) Shit as far as the
pen go I'm in a
different world, word to Sinbad (I hate the
streets to the A
and Y
bodies?) I
need a
Lisa Bonet to ride, shawty I
need a
piece of the
cake, a
crib, a
keys to the
rave And if you being away, you die probably Every molecule I'm falling for are diabolical I'm volatile, body you even if we're biological I
died, I
went to hell, I
put the
devil in the
torture rap Forcing the
force over the
forest and it's coming back Now here I
am, roll a
bleezy [?] Prepare the
noise, shit I
got, nigga, porch-swag Shit is getting too easy, I
stay bored Snubnose on the
way, nigga, wait for it Wait for it, wait for it Snubnose on the
way, nigga, wait for it Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, hol' up (Uh) Lay down, stay down, run up, get done up Hand get to feeling like nunchucks Dumbfuck got his front struck with a
gun But I'm one up, I'm two up, I'm three up, I'm four up Twenty-nineteen is the
year that I
blow up But none of y'all said it But I
really meant that shit I'm like a
convict, I'm serving sentences I
caught a
charge, I
was bodying instruments Y'all as my witnesses, polished with penmanship I
got no friends in this, I
don't pretend it shit Spit like extended clip, right at your syndicate Hope they got benefits, I
been legit since a
jit Try use the
pen to get rich Since the
'90s I
been with this shits We went from boys to men with them sticks
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