95TH STREET
DE-CYPHER
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I keep hearing people talking hella shit on our Last song, it's like they really don't Know how fucking hard this shit is bruh Shit I know bruh, they stay hating, but you Know what I tell em If you ain't f*ck with our shit, you ain't gotta Listen, you just a bitch anyway Yeah we on a mission, don't give a f*ck what The haters say, there ain't no competition Verses cut like a knife, call it nuclear fission Got a brand new prediction, and it come to Fruition Let me start my incision, I'ma hit you with Precision Gas up the whip, and I start the ignition, if you Burnin' the stew, get your ass out The kitchen Wanna see the Nikes on my feet Checks so large y'all can't even compete My music like candy, but shit is not sweet, Talkin' bout Nike this shit is elite Keep this shit simple, keep this shit brief, Better think twice when you fuckin' with me Lightin' this shit with some gasoline, causing a Crime, one two on me Drivin' so fast I couldn't even see, rear view Mirror, I see is police Feds on my dick bitch, hop off of me, Tony Montana chop shit up for free Checkin' my phone, ain't no call ID, fill it with Gas, now I tear up the street, yeah Hamster stay hatin' on the sound, he tall Enough to play on the fuckin' playground Stereo boom box and it shake the fuckin' Ground, yeah I got a motherfuckin' nine and I paint the road Rose like it's fuckin' Valentine And I'm rich, throw a gold brick at a homeless Bitch, flexin' cash out the whip at the park At 95th And we hella discreet, call me Serpent, MC Munch slitherin' in the street And I'm not Harry Potter, got a cauldron full of Raps and it's only gettin' hotter And you talkin' about cheddar, then you know I got a lotta I really stab you with a knife, got a needle on Me like a tweaker on I-5 And it's money or your life, dodging bullets by My head, lucky me I'm still alive And if pressure makes diamonds, then this Fucker that I'm pressin' gon' be precious Like he shinin' Come on, play Danny, he can't, he fuckin' dyin' Fuckin' with me, y'all best be watchin' on your Vicinity Lookin' at the news, all you seein' is the gang And me Look at yourself, look at your wealth, f*ck, Embarrassin' yourself just to make a couple Bucks Imagine what your daddy say, he wish he Never fucked You lookin' fuckin' stupid, sayin', hey, step bro, I'm stuck, (help I'm stuck!) Huh And it's Reyes and this bitch, don't f*ck Around with my flow, I ain't playin' with This shit What you wearin' that bandana for, you ain't a Fuckin' crip Tryna diss me, but I got your girl ridin' on my Dick We'll be back, motherfuckers
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Written by: Izic Juarez, Marcus Carney, Owen Fayette
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