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I ain’t no gangsta, but threaten my life and
You gonna die in a minute, no cap
I don’t leave bodies, they body you ain’t gonna find, in a ditch and I call it rap
One hundred hours a day, I build up in my time, all I time that I’m writing these raps
Stumble to nothing, you act real funny, we’ll guess what buddy, let’s call it a wrap
Y’all choke on smoke, I’m just made from the metal, and y’all burnout bitches are stuck on my back
Wacker that pick me up packs of ops
People pampered, hoping to get picked once again
You ain’t no friend, you a miserable, fuck yo pinnical, miracles, you don’t put work
Y’all wanna burn everything I create, y’all wanna free pass to buffets, and endless plates
Yep I would run up
Act a stunner
Guess you blundered
Here comes the thunder
I can take hate
But not who berate
The people that close
You’ve pissed off a great
I might not be there yet
I don’t wanna hear it
Because I’m due time
Ima have bigger spirit
And pull of the gears
N shift in nother state
I never gonna stop
I needa built a plate
Act like Neo, God like Kratos
Controlled TOs, bitch I fade em
Fatality, formalities
West side griddy, gunned down middy
King of what city? You act a kiddy
No animosity? Y’all just be fibbing
I’m winning, I cut all the ribbions
And I when I talk shit, your response is a ribbit
To throats is a rivet
A blade with no pivot
I rip it, and leave you
A human made divet
I’ve given a hundred percent of soul
To a pack of a wolf, in a place further cold
Than the darkest of poles, to the top or below
I’ve got a fucking pull that non of y’all could hold
I don’t give a flying fuck who you’ve told
Rally more bitches, just blood in the soil
Tried to work, with ya
But ya, bitches hurt
Ego dirt, put em in the dirt
Fucking what you’ve heard
Need to learn, need to
Need to, Need to learn
Leave the hearse
Let it skrrrt
Live on life alert
Living of life alert
I ain’t no gangsta, but threaten my life and
You gonna die in a minute, no cap
I don’t leave bodies, they body you ain’t gonna find, in a ditch and I call it rap
One hundred hours a day, I build up in my time, all I time that I’m writing these raps
Stumble to nothing, you act real funny, we’ll guess what buddy, let’s call it a wrap
Rock en sock em, like riff, a robot
I don’t miss nothing, bitch you thought
I’m a hitter, stunting, fronting for what
Sucking a dick just to get your cut
My aim is Impeccable
Y’all made of glass
Can’t take a grazing
Cry in the grass
Way too much brass
I hear the horns
I see the horns on my head
Devilborn
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