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Dro star
Still shifty
Ah niggas running like they seen Godzilla
We got mad guns and Artilla we dripped up
Split up your guts and God filler
Rage up niggas get shot with the taser
The crime is crazy as the shit shit we gave ya
Cut his circulation no ventilation
You can't breathe motherfucker
Suffocation wrist work
Whipping up rhymes until my wrist hurt any rapper stepping this way
Is getting this work
Heart filled with hatred in this hip hop culture
Trying to get the chip while I'm the one couch ya
Stick them up don't be a victim to the murder
Live by the gun then you die by one bitch
Niggas getting rich niggas doing rituals
Fucking up their spirituals they selling their soul
It feel like 96 I'm just selling my flow
Yeah I will never sell my soul
Without a care
They don't even know
Won't scare any foe
If they keep resting
I felt like a smith and western
Won't be enough to keep them guessing
So I got more in more in my arsenal
Like a 3 round burst blast
Look fast
I'ma take your cash
Just to harass
Your ass
Don't even need a mask
Cause I shine so bright
No surveillance could catch a sight
No single cam
Shits like a movie so you can
Make it out but don't understand
What the words are about
Been in the firing line
Thought it would be my time
But God made me rhyme
A long incline on the climb
Of this path of mine
Been in the firing line
Thought it would be my time
But God made me rhyme
A long incline on the climb
Of this path of mine
Ribbiting but
Riveting I am
Everything I did
I Was like the prince hoping to get a kiss