Off The Wall

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Yeah boy
Been waiting on this long time
Step in my shoes
Strapped about to walk this long mile
And wutz the aim homes
Going till this bread long
Suckers stepped on
And for the hustle ain't no days off
Yea it's my turn
And homie I'm hot fire
Cut these suckers lights
Put em out like they're blot tires
The crowns heir
If pushing hard you going get ya block pressed
Too much time into rap
And they say I'm a hot mess
I will not rest
Till I got the game in a choke hold
Strip the game like a chick wit her clothes off
So strong
You get rolled on
Say I'm off the wall screw protocol
Bout to break this sucker down
Unless he break that chicken off
And quit wit the yapping
We don't care wut you talking bout
Like Lisa left eye
Rest in peace cuz ya crashing out
Ya passing out
Choke ya ass that's a man down
The team foul
And plus they ride hard like the greyhound
Been a problem from the get go
Want the wrist froze
These tracks is like snack food
I'm on it like swiss rolls
Yea insanely sick
Ya pull out take aim and miss
We know ya chick soft ya prolly bitch
Type pitiful
Quite sick of you
And might get rid of you
When bullets riddle through
And break em down like they syllables
Thing critical
Bring some bloods and a crip or two
Late night creeping wit ya bitch
Playing peekaboo
And look momma I luv ya
The theme is feeding my hunger
Killing the game quick
And putting it under
That's six feet suckers
And really game is mine
Just waiting to get signed
When the timings right
Name on the dotted line
Longs the money right
Aint pressed cuz homie been a star
More like the man of steel
Wit the way I'm bending bars
Get ya weight up
The resume now getting paper
Off the mainstream
Labron like I play for lakers
It's like I feel no pain
This flow been in my veins
On beats that crack rock
Or pure cocaine I'm getting it
Got no choice but to kill this thing
Like that steel will spit
The hood will feel this thing
This a homie putting his soul in this
Really getting it
The hunger can you people feel me
And ain't no stopping
From the bottom man ya got to kill me
Money stack it filthy
High as the damn ceilings
Goal for the millions
Cold hearted get out ya feelings
Take offense to wut I'm kicking
Peace later dude
Couldn't relate you
Naw better yet a middle finger dude
Fake tough guys been sick of you
Aint tough without a tool
Its time so knock em off they pedi stool
Aim to kill
This a crazed man
Off the wall borderline
Go too hard
Like trapping all night into the morning time
Ya Want the bars
Got the porcupine
A bird hawk his ass
Any prick try to cross the line
Slinging for change
That's fools play
Knock ya chick off
Her face change colors in two shades
Whole coop sprayed
Homies to air out ya whole block
Or leave you swooped there
Left handling holding them damn knots
Whole face swole
Either or that half of his face blown
Off his damn body
A homi hell wit a safe zone
Satisfied long as he dead
But homie you can change the script
Long as you give me the bread
Killing y'all I'll rock ya
Hard and heavy like broad knockers
New chef out here
Cook ya team to a full lobster
Ain't really into the beef
So homie please
Put the pressure on ya
Like that metal up to ya cheek God
And pray hard
Cuz ain't no man can save you
Blow his stinking head off
Torso on the table yea
All I'm biting is meat
And I mean flesh
The whole team eats
Man yall weak that means death
I promise ya
Won't nuthin be left to identify
Punks kill em all
Down to the bone that's genocide
Want hella pies
If I starve ya never eat
It's going televised
Pricks yall dying in front me
The man here
These bars pack punches like full clips
So if shooting it
They tongue all out and drool quick
Hold no punches
Going at every one of you cock suckers
Did not studder
Game mine pull out the cock do her
Turn this thing to a porn flick
Get ya on mrs
Shorty get lost
When daddy give her the long stick
Prolly need a few of her friends
Jumping on in
Love the goodies trimmed
Pushing that hard busting em quick
Y'all play ground
Dump mine there y'all slayed dogs
Yall chump change
Like counting ya flips off eight balls
Flow so crack
Straight off the bat
Or right where the dope at
And that hot
Man is on fire
Hell wit a cold pack
Really getting it
The hunger can you people feel me
And ain't no stopping
From the bottom man ya got to kill me
Money stack it filthy
High as the damn ceilings
Goal for the millions
Cold hearted get out ya feelings
Take offense to wut I'm kicking
Peace later dude
Couldn't relate you
Naw better yet a middle finger dude
Fake tough guys been sick of you
Aint tough without a tool
Its time so knock em off they pedi stool
Aim to kill
This a crazed man
Off the wall borderline
Go too hard
Like trapping all night into the morning time
Ya Want the bars
Got the porcupine
A bird hawk his ass
Any prick try to cross the line

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