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LB k**in them
Kaimbr k**in them
Talking to you n***a if you sound feminine
Used to keep the roscoe tucked in the Timberland
Lops go k** them then raise from hell cinnamon
Crack commandments, followed all ten of them
Til I hopped a train and never looked back injuring
District corridor, jurors representative
n***as tight b**h I can smell the brain lingering
You can get the gillet-in wait I mean the guillotine
One five rounded chamber full of pipe dream
Tryna stay grounded, surrounded by a Mike fiend
Bomb like a lit match in a burning gasoline
Still riding shotgun, blasting that gangster lean
n***a you is a hot one, only acting hard when the cops come
Done he wasn't popping all that when we sunk him huh
I get an almighty response like god did to earth
With the workplace you can go ahead and kick it first
Spitting is worthless, see if you match up
I make back up and get back up as soon as i rap bruh
We acting up they said treated dumbin overhead
Rhyme on the feds still pen like i get the bread
Drama in the least bit but all the piece been shootin dead
Since somebody shot my older brother Gotti in the head
Bombs over rocking chester, who can rock it better
Mention the name while give them the flame
It ain't a thing i ain't trying to rhyme to entertain
I rhyme like a room pattern put them in the chicken wing til it sting
Dig graves with my bare hands and then toss you in with you mic standing mic hand
This is birth right fam so why think bossin
To get back til i get you fellow we've lost