Rage Two

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s1rk

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(Uh)
(Goodbye s1rk)
(I'm gonna live forever)
Sipping wockhardt on a average
Shooting out the clip but it's like thirty what I'm averaging
I spin 'round your block and do you dirty like I'm from Pakistan
you don't want no war with us, I'll box you up like packaging
Sipping lean, shit got me walking slow, uh
Spilt wockhardt on my jeans, now I gotta get some more ones
When I pop out, everybody gon' know me
Shooting this shit up like Kobe
You don't want to f*ck with the kid cause I already told you
Try to play and then it's over
I spin the block like I'm running some laps or some-
They like, "why are you rapping bum?"
I could go pull out a clip and go empty that shit big, and kill your whole eulogy
Come from the bottom, but this is not new to me
Shorty give me good brain like she got two degrees
I jump on the mic with hella intuity
I f*ck on hoes but I don't like groupies
Please don't copy the swag, I've been doing this shit for so long
Your bitch in my bedroom with no thong
I don't do cocaine, but the white line long
Serenade your bitch, just by singing a song
Got too many dead people on my phone
Got too many dead tings calling my phone
Had to tell your bitch to leave me alone, cause I do not need her
Bitch I've been running far like the meter
Purple in a white cup like I'm Frieza
I get to doing the dash like a cheetah
Pop out at your party, I'm keeping a heater
All of you fools finna send me some hate, but I just laugh and stay kicking my feet up
I'mma kick back with a bad Mamacita
Shit getting hot like I'm catching a fever
I'mma stay doing my race
Running forever without ever catching a case
Couple of shots to face
He fall to the ground and we stomp him, we run in his place
I'm getting filled with rage
The way brody spray with the chop, think we hit 'em with mace
I think I feel amazed
You don't know the vibe, you ain't feeling me
The enemies always stay filled with hate
You know that I keep a Chinchilla, aye
I feel like I'm Michael with Thriller, aye
Send shots all the way to the ceiling, aye
like the senate, I needed the bill to raise
Like Redrum, I just been killing, aye
Got Bape on my body, I feel like an ape
Got drip on my diamonds, I feel insane
Motherfucker, I am filled with rage
You can't mess with me
Balling in the studio, like Curry with these beats
My youngns'll do you so you better not ever reach
And my choppa playing Scribbl.io, it chase you down and eat
They can't f*ck with me, I'm weak
Dick and her back, blow it out in the sheets
I blew a quarter-mil up on a beach
It's a lot of youngns I gotta feed
Lot of rats and snakes in the streets
I gotta wack 'em all up, cut the weeds
Bitch it's s1rk, I do it with ease
You keep it a hundred, I'm keeping it P
(Laughter) You keep it a hundred, I'm keeping it P
Keeping it peaceful
But we is not keeping it peaceful, pull on your block with that motherfucking heater
I was fucking with a couple of bad bitches, had to go back and check my demeanor
They call me S-1-R-K-T-H-E-O-G, some- you can't be on
I got D-R-I-P, all of my diamond is drip and y'all lacking freon
Know that y'all super high up in the game, but what is a king to a kid like Dion?
All of you motherfuckers' bitches and bitches be acting so fake, some- like Elon
Why do y'all wanna copy what I be on
Come from the Dell, I'm putting the streets on
Come from the city, I'm putting in work
I been grinding hard, digging in dirt
Play with the gang and you must get Merced
Choppa gon' bang, get you put in a hearse
Speak on my name, get you put on a shirt
All black whip and I'm spinning the curbs
you cannot beat me, I'm fly as a bird
Come to his crib, kick him to the curb
This is my territory, you can't step in
Still rocking out when I grab the Mac-11
How many shots that were sent, like seven
Y'all tryna bite my flow like Stephan
Y'all wanna talk, bitch I keep me a reverend
F*ck with the gang and we giving you hell, f*ck that
I'm finna send you to heaven
I'm finna be the whole greatest I'm destined
I gotta keep it like ten times three, uh
Smoking on PCP, uh
Y'all ain't hard like me, uh
Y'all can't bark this tree, uh
Hoe, I keep a Mac-11 and I'll drop you, hit your knee
I could copy-paste a youngn but that chop gon' hit delete

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