BMC - BMC - Tribute (Chiraq Remix) ft. Speaker Knockerz lyrics

[Intro] Yo rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz This one's for you, man I see everyone talking sh** but you dead Ima really make' em mad yo [Verse] I been calling Could've seen you falling; f** that; don't try my knowledge Back from that deep dive Came up from my last track Grabbed the choppa and went out I been balling and spending; Them hoes low-key tripping Bad b**hes and 4 cars Tryna bait us to their trap house Hell no I ain't stupid, people think they can fool me, screw this I do this for the alias, You can f** your self and use it My flow is so appealing; Lil bozo's still healing I..bought myself two Glocks; I can't wait to shoot it Strapped on my back and glued to my loop ring Lucrative and clueless I'll rain my success Hold on; let me turn that sh** on Hit'em hard with my Realestate Adamant still a candidate Got nominated for head of state Rejected for my brains sake Im not here to pa** a cake Im here to make a message awake Appreciate or I'll make you dry Pull back from your main take k**in it with my deep lake Never trust any rattlesnake It'll comeback to creep and break A dogs unit behind my back HEY, JAKEs Come at me and shake it My flow gave you a heart ache Ima keep it real, with no shame Back out, with no mistake My broads; like an outbreak I'll find your a** and I'll snatch your soul f** your hoe and catch your flow Man up don't be a crepe People say I sound like drake f** that; I've been doing this sh** for god knows how long Pull up Wearin all black; with a mask on Get ready; my Glocks are drawn I'll shoot you and reload Ill chop your head and flee the state k** every person that saw your fate I don't care if you an inmate I care about that heart rate Im here to show my innovate This sh** gets me motivate I'll watch you guys; nominate I'll make my work; meditate I never rehearse; just drop the verse Got asked; to stop this curse I've been in this world for 16 Just say goodbye, Bobby Jean Yes that's my queen My sweet little 16 Excuse me I dosed on Leen Don't f** with me or I'll shoot it up I'll chop your broad; in a cup Take off your makeup Now you must wake up He need's a shot of adrenaline To stop actin feminine Music is a medicine Your sh** is not relevant My bars are developing I'm usually a gentleman My alias is Edison Psychological medicine Coming from a veteran American; Comparison From Chiraq not Dubai Not a fool but always wise and yo; goodbye