[Verse 1]

You know I’m rapping and I got speech impediments

So I settle it , with the F and N

And lost my dreams again

I was a soldier kid (soldier kid)

So I’m having lame thoughts again

I flask the wock again

Was a fiend, lean on the rocks and spin

Driving in the drop

On the block I saw the cops they pig

You know I’m baking, I had to take it

Backwood bastards don’t be mistaken

I beat the beat spitting and stomp a nigga making faces

I popped a pill but couldn’t really taste it

And i won’t hesitate to up on a nigga

They steady hating cause the feel a nigga pockets look bigger

Now I can pull on a digger make her jump like she tigger

Then I’m likе, "Yeah bro I was listening no wonder", no figurе

These troubled demons wanna piece of me, I might have to kill ‘em

They say they got so much to say to me I don’t really feel 'em

I pull the glocky out my denim put a beam on the center

And then my brother told me not to risk it, don’t have to drill 'em

Be honest..

[Verse 2:]

Like yeah I know my flow sadistic

Don’t get it twisted

I’m picking up these bars I lift them

Might even flip them

Just like i did the pack and victim

Didn’t mean to hit him

Go head and add to him to the system

Cause when you looking at the obituary

I know it’s scary, when the bloody niggas shoot at ya terri

And I might hit the block and grab ya bitch to lick on her cherry

Plus she ain' know I was a jiggy nigga, don’t wanna marry

I’m off this …

[Verse 3]

Might have to go and jump across this

Cooking like crawfish

Young nigga step in to my office

They say my rhythm kinda offish

Don’t got no D nigga just play some offense

Aye because you speaking nonsense

Bro fuck you soft bitch

Cause when i pull up with my sixth sense

I got a dozen glockies why I’m reaching for my damn hip

I’ll make ya van shift, got tori sucking on my damn tip and then ya head slip

Because the choopa come with sus-pense

It’s intense, my drink dense, go and block ya fucking entrance

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