Az - 99 Avirex lyrics

(scribing atm) [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] (Uh) Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming 'Let 'em go' Killed my young ni**a, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-) Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote This the realest sh*t I never wrote Sun shining on my black skin Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in We was all broke, passеd tense Now we dancе, Bricks, Hermes alligator jacket, The Mac 10 (This the realest sh*t I never wrote) [Verse 1: AZ] Young, black and belligerent Back in them tenements Backtracking my innocence Crack was the genesis, G-packs and Guinness's Max on the premises All I envision is stacks when I reminisce In the mix is mood swings, you do things Chasing cheddar, better lace your shoe strings Few scheme, others hate, In other states Your circle wrong, cases form another shape Off the blake [?] look what [?] my depressant with my mother eye's, I come alive Undenied, is GOAT status, the most [?] From old habits, I wrote classics, so graphic Lost Phil, they killed Will, Paul dead, [?] Low-res, picture blurry, peep the obituary To fu*k the world, you gotta switch it for missionary [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming 'Let 'em go' Killed my young ni**a, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-) Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote This the realest sh*t I never wrote Sun shining on my black skin Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in We was all broke, passed tense Now we dance, Bricks, Hermes alligator jacket, The Mac 10 (This the realest sh*t I never wrote) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Made 2 fiends smack box, whoever won got a fifty (Ah)