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Verse 1
It's been through it all, man.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Niggas is dead and shit.
What the fuck else could happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son.
Dm
A
Bb
A
Bb
Mother, yo.
Dm
A
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holding them
Make my route while the sun's out
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Dm
A
On low ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my 98 dirt bike
You try to stop moms from growin',
I make your blood stop flowin'
Tryna speak the dun language,
what the drillie with that though?
you hooked on Marlfonics
Infamous bonnocks,
the knife -fist thrower
Rusty Shank, hol' up, we lit as shit
Cause it's the real shit,
Have a n***a OD cause
it's never enough
It's the real shit,
shit that make em feel shit
have you wildin' out when
you bump this
Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a OD cause
it's never enough
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
Duke
A n***a like me hold text,
are you the same too?
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Dm
long shot guns down my pants leg limping,
even my pops too
he taught me how to shoot when I was seven,
A
Dm
A
I couldn't even look because the loud
I love my niggity black,
I take the life of anybody
trying to change what's left,
just scared to death,
I spent too many nights
sniffing coke getting right, wasting my
Now I'm trying to make things right
invest in the rag business
build a jungle gym behind the crib
So they can enjoy youth,
ATVs and big screen TVs
Nigga please,
don't make me have to risk my freedom
you get your shit beaten
For real
shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you out the nap when
Drugs in your ear, drum the wrong cut
Have a nigga O .D. cause
it's never enough
That nigga P -Double got
that shit for y 'alls
In Hell's Kitchen, I chef the impossible
all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
boy move diligent
You better walk like the nigga
Infamous, 1st Infantry,
1st Division, 4th Mission
First assignment,
My new addition's way bitchin',
those that listen
Get addicted to my diction,
Chest naked on katanas,
spaghetti head mob niggas
It's full bread, fully blown, melanin tone
I rock skeleton and bone shirts and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product
out on the street
We been adored
For keeping it raw
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y 'all niggas,
just now
shit that make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you out the now
when you bump this
Have a nigga OD cuz its never enough
It's the real shit,
Lump em in the club shit
Have you out the now
when you bump this
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