Slow down, heaux now, he ain't fuckin wit cha
In the trap he get busy wit dem fuckin killaz
Hella misery, his triggers delivers
He catch you slippin he gon hitchu wit dem fuckin killaz
From the schoolyard, to the weight yard
You fools ain't hard till you hit a fuckin killa
Blacc guys, baptized into bloody rivers
America turn niccas into bloody killaz
Growing up I wasn't stupid more like I was clueless
Did a drive by the movies taught me how to do it
Telling me he was the og it was never proven
I've concluded by 13 my whole life was ruined
My mentor put me on with the Lebanese
He got assassinated trying to flee Tel Aviv
Stand before the judge level 3 felonies
I did that time in my head making melodies
Now I'm on the radar, hotter than a quasar
Bout to take more money than Bernie Madoff made off embezzlement
Old school ways but I'm relevant
Just looking for a maid who can blow like an elephant
On the table I explore the contents of her elements
When I say get the steppin I ain't asking what pledge you in
The man behind the scenes but yall kneaux who the head of it
I emerge like a Jesuit but don't speak the rhetoric
Tell dat boy slow down heaux now he ain't fuckin wit cha
In the trap he get busy wit dem fuckin killaz
Hella misery, his triggers delivers
He catch you slippin he gon hitchu wit dem fuckin killaz
From the schoolyard, to the weight yard
You fools ain't hard till you hit a fuckin killa
Blacc guys baptized into bloody rivers
America turn niccas into bloody killaz
Fruits of labor there was apples there was peaches
Even plums you got fortunate less fortunate you got leeches
You got bums you got speakers you got teachers you got reapers
Then there’s nuns he can’t get rite it’s like the healing hasn’t come
Less fortunate offerings we was portioning
Fishin for sport of it different from can’t afford some shit
The pull ups be distortin them never one for extortin them
Smokin on that port again rhetoric over saucin dem
Rich nigga thoughts is in busy she lettin bosses in
Trippin we was hittin the mission was we was tossin them
Callin we was talkin but kinda turned into forcing them
Pistol came wit Cisalo Locey done let da orlenz in
Told em was falling in landed it had us soarin in
Jet lag soar again easy wit how you pouring it
This is that imported in PEFE that’s how I’m scoring shit
Easy dats MEIANQ cotton is for the foreigners
Slow down, heaux now he ain't fuckin wit cha
In the trap he get busy wit dem fuckin killaz
Hella misery, his triggers delivers
He catch you slippin he gon hitchu wit dem fuckin killaz
From the schoolyard, to the weight yard
You fools ain't hard till you hit a fuckin killa
Blacc guys, baptized into bloody rivers
America turn niccas into bloody killaz
In the trap he get busy wit dem fuckin killaz
Hella misery, his triggers delivers
He catch you slippin he gon hitchu wit dem fuckin killaz
From the schoolyard, to the weight yard
You fools ain't hard till you hit a fuckin killa
Blacc guys, baptized into bloody rivers
America turn niccas into bloody killaz
Growing up I wasn't stupid more like I was clueless
Did a drive by the movies taught me how to do it
Telling me he was the og it was never proven
I've concluded by 13 my whole life was ruined
My mentor put me on with the Lebanese
He got assassinated trying to flee Tel Aviv
Stand before the judge level 3 felonies
I did that time in my head making melodies
Now I'm on the radar, hotter than a quasar
Bout to take more money than Bernie Madoff made off embezzlement
Old school ways but I'm relevant
Just looking for a maid who can blow like an elephant
On the table I explore the contents of her elements
When I say get the steppin I ain't asking what pledge you in
The man behind the scenes but yall kneaux who the head of it
I emerge like a Jesuit but don't speak the rhetoric
Tell dat boy slow down heaux now he ain't fuckin wit cha
In the trap he get busy wit dem fuckin killaz
Hella misery, his triggers delivers
He catch you slippin he gon hitchu wit dem fuckin killaz
From the schoolyard, to the weight yard
You fools ain't hard till you hit a fuckin killa
Blacc guys baptized into bloody rivers
America turn niccas into bloody killaz
Fruits of labor there was apples there was peaches
Even plums you got fortunate less fortunate you got leeches
You got bums you got speakers you got teachers you got reapers
Then there’s nuns he can’t get rite it’s like the healing hasn’t come
Less fortunate offerings we was portioning
Fishin for sport of it different from can’t afford some shit
The pull ups be distortin them never one for extortin them
Smokin on that port again rhetoric over saucin dem
Rich nigga thoughts is in busy she lettin bosses in
Trippin we was hittin the mission was we was tossin them
Callin we was talkin but kinda turned into forcing them
Pistol came wit Cisalo Locey done let da orlenz in
Told em was falling in landed it had us soarin in
Jet lag soar again easy wit how you pouring it
This is that imported in PEFE that’s how I’m scoring shit
Easy dats MEIANQ cotton is for the foreigners
Slow down, heaux now he ain't fuckin wit cha
In the trap he get busy wit dem fuckin killaz
Hella misery, his triggers delivers
He catch you slippin he gon hitchu wit dem fuckin killaz
From the schoolyard, to the weight yard
You fools ain't hard till you hit a fuckin killa
Blacc guys, baptized into bloody rivers
America turn niccas into bloody killaz
( Cisalo )
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