4 Sale
Kilroy
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Aye, I told y'all niggas it's straight classics from here on out Aye CL, drop that shit man You already know what it's hitting for You already know what it's hitting for You already know what it's hitting for You already know Hate when a nigga try to talk shit I don't listen, I'm too busy thinking bout coffins I don't beef w em, I just off em Shells to the head is what the piece offering Catch a nigga lacking in the apartments Show em my power, nigga feeling like Austin Playing w my life, gone cost him Money on his head, it's awesome Moving round me take caution In the cross hairs if the lines, you cross em Cause a nigga out here balling Feeling like walker playing for Boston Smoking backwoods, I'm Tarzan Gotta red head, curtains match her carpet Any little nigga want smoke, I'm gone match his ass like "ayo , spark it" Easily turn to a target Price on your head Your life is a bargain I gotta go and make money regardless I gotta go and make money regardless I'm not a rapper, I am a artist Don't f*ck w law, my nigga I'm lawless Into the light, out of the darkness Into the mic, now I'm recording I beg your pardon I do not think you have heard of me Plenty niggas tried to hurdle me Probably why they try to murder me Cutting up like it's surgery Shit fire nigga 3rd degree Never let the beef burden me End a nigga life, curtains please Certainly Remember all the bitches curving me? That was the worst to me Now when they wanna link, I put my dick in they mouth purposely Like what the f*ck you think You only want me because my rank You be going hard in them posts I be going hard in the paint I'm exactly what your nigga ain't Big Fish, he up in a tank Go to war I'll be in a tank w a fifth of Henny & a prison shank Murking rappers that they said I can't Just to show you that I fucking could And if fairies live in a forest Then I wish a bitch fucking would Feeling good, but I'm living worst Might be a spell, might be a curse Either way when I spell & curse Still gone cost your ass for a verse Killa Nigga, Pull up in a hearse About to kill a nigga just like how I rehearsed Ain't a realer nigga on this planet earth If he feeling bitter put em in the dirt In a second, I'll be winning first In my bag, my bitch in her purse Plus I gotta flow to quench your thirst Call it holy water like I'm in a church Let the crowd say Amen Even though they all hate him I paid like an arm and a leg Really went out on a limb I shoot til my enemies dead In real life, this not for pretend Like oops I did again Then again & again & again I got real niggas spinning the bin They all got a 30 or better I got fit hoes that stay in the gym When they healthy, they pussy get wetter Put that D in they V like Vendetta This shit E to the Z, I won't let up And I know that these pussies are fed up 'Cause I'm steadily throwing my set up On my feet I got Martens, Margiela In my blunt I got something much better Take a hit and I get on my level Now I'm dancing with the devil I got watches from when I embezzled I got medals from toting them metals I know people that's up in higher places, that pull your strings like Gipetto
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