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It's All facts
When I spit it you know the shits proper
The God's back
He Still got scars
From the Stigmata
Im Chris Wallace
They tried to pop us but never got us
Rip to everyone over there
We just gettin started
Prince T'Challa
The Panther ain't even pounce yet
How I'm gettin hate from some shit I ain't even announce yet
The Summers ours
For Exhibit A you can count this
Because ima bout to takin this to a places ain't even found yet
(Ain't no Mercy for them no more
Ain't no mercy for them
No more
Ain't no mercy for them
If they want bullets
I want bullets)
Might get in my dirty bag and just wash all you niggas
Still got a whole album that I could drop you niggas
I see a lot of niggas
And Fizza's they father figure
I'm puttin on for you niggas
But know I could off you niggas
I'm cool
When I was gone
You niggas was loud, full of courage
But I'm back
And niggas act like a bunch of mice in a church
Matter fact
I take it back
Because you niggas cry over words
But I know that you just hurt
And you'd probably die for a verse
(And you need it)
(Ain't no Mercy for them no more
Ain't no mercy for them
No more
Ain't no mercy for them
If they want bullets
I want bullets)
Damn, I had this pressure when I started
Home town hero
Never forget where his heart is
But now he feels heartless
So Cold that's its nearly frostbite
Because I wasn't fucking cautious
Last year I nearly lost it
But he keeps on rocking
Just know that he never stopping
Because when dearly departed he can't be merely forget
I know that I lost it