Do or Die (feat. Murda of Cal & Big John Robinson)
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I'ma take your life, rip the heart from out your chest F*ck your brain, say Double to the R been recking havoc I don't take the drugs to have the fun It might be dumb to some, but f*ck The meds I chugged to numb the drums could never compare So get your body bags ready again it's do or die Red wine lookin' genocide, uh So get your body bags ready this is do or die You red wine lookin' (check it) The Devils on my lap, so the halos detached from his head Got pedal that you lack, don't need payloads to match from this lead Trap metal to the boom bap, no cap, you can't attack him Your pity party won't last a second or get platinum (yuh) Post album shit, most are unaware the boasts of loads come close to holy ghosts and roasting microphones F*ck outa my coat, no lonely colt upon his waist Still ya get shot, blown back on ya ass, from the bullet he chews Its do or die, we fall or fly I spread my wings I soar or glide Immortalized, contortion on my forum watch the suit and ties I call in mine, we organized We moving like a form of riots Been doing this since I remember No way you could stop what I've fortified So get your body bags ready again it's do or die Red wine looking genocide, uh So get your body bags ready this is do or die You're red wine and this a genocide Why do you dance with the devil but won't dance with me Why do we act and pretend like its not meant to be You know we have what we want but not what we need You take a chance with these levels you'll find your destiny Ya'll must of forgot The scars upon my fist were etched in with the pain that he brought So if you wanna pull up, it's free, clock in ya finders fee Fuckers are not ready, I'm heavily an enemy to the thoughts Your pissy pocket could never amount to what I kill Go head and ask me what it's like to fucking feel A million dollars to the brain In the form of a pill Now that's a system of control they say ain't real I had to wipe off the f*ck bitches who wouldn't amount to shit And cut the ties on any other fucker who gonna switch and dip I got my list, why ya'll be salty I ain't checking it twice I picked up the spider and ate it while you stuck with rice (plain) When half of you fuckers need a reality check (no cash) Cause you don't like to be told off, Yeah no no no Fuckers get a K' and act like they should be paid For the effortless bars they cry out with all compression I was once like them but never asked for handouts or a mention Artists pay attention to the grind not what you flexin' Rappers message me now entitled to a verse like you's a bitch, a baby boy You can't play with my toys fucker Its do or die, we fall or fly I spread my wings I soar or glide Immortalized, contortion on my forum watch the suit and ties I call in mine, we organized We moving like a form of riots Been doing this since I remember No way you could stop what I've fortified So get your body bags ready again it's do or die Red wine looking genocide, uh So get your body bags ready this is do or die You're red wine and this a genocide Why do you dance with the devil but won't dance with me Why do we act and pretend like its not meant to be You know we have what we want but not what we need You take a chance with these levels you'll find your destiny Ya'll must of forgot The scars upon my fist were etched in with the pain that he brought So if you wanna pull up, it's free, clock in ya finders fee Fuckers are not ready, I'm heavily an enemy to the thoughts Yeah, it's Cal I'm on the motherfuckin' come up And when you see me at a show, you better fuckin' turn up I'm gettin' guap, now my shorty hair done up All my haters got no choice, just lick my balls and shut up I'm too slick, I spit the sickness on tracks Just play my music and help me count up these racks Reviving up on this like the doctor adjust his stat To come up even harder, you ain't fuckin' with that You ain't fuckin' with this, I do it easy and bliss Chillin' with my slime steady just sinkin' piss Give me one year to fuckin ice out my wrist No features out here unless you payin' me, bitch I got the gold to make my shorty wanna take all the dick I got the flow to make you wanna run up all of my shit I'm moving forward, what you better do to stop moving stiff Spit my pain in these lyrics into you as my gift I've been out here too long to not be respected Spittin' real sick, think I've been infected Alone in my mind, all my wrongs reflected Now I move straight forward, my movement corrected All I'm really focused on is up in my bag Invest in protection, fully loadin' the mag I'm blowin' up, like I just throw in a frag Now all these little fuckers wanna ask for a tag Nowadays I keep the real around, can't f*ck with a snake Who really got my back when a brother will break Been through the struggle, but I threw off the weight Now it's MOC, until I'm one of the greats
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Written by: Blake Robinson, Calin Morris, Reece Bramley
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