Part Two
Kay Laquan
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Who wanna pick up, Niggas wishing they hit us Wanting to be the slickest, they ain't up to the fitness If niggas wanna dye, I can hit them up with the litmus It's either fight or fly, send ya spirit up with the quickness Niggas talkin bout they half, they don't even know the half duke Bragging on the formula, don't even know the math You bout to fall from Grace and you gone do it without class Boy, you ass, just have the seatbelt with you when he crash I been feeling like the world on my head, I don't condone it A nigga want me dead he better not hold up my coffin And it seems like the closest associates ain't appropriate They in ya face hyping your life until you notice it And no matter how close you are, the same nigga will kill ya For a broad, a necklace or some bills, I'm forreal So when you wake up in the clouds and look down to see Ya bestfriend fucking your girl, you'd knew to listen to me In a position to be, the H-N-I-C The M-A-G-NIF-I-C-E-N-T My niggas bang like Jordan in his prime I'm daring you to try and cross mine, put your brains on the line Aim at yo spine, say my name one more time And I bet I'll put a triple bladed razor to your mind Cone on baby, you know me black wave cap on With the brains of a lame that I slayed in a rap song A problem to ya health, just acknowledge it Pussy, I throw blood at yo punk ass just swallow Nigga, I don't even need to have to open my eyes to see through ya Fake f*ck boy shit, the gangster is an illusion The thug shit's an image, get a scrimmage on ya physical You say you catching bodies - that shit is mythical I hear you out there shaking like asses dancing to Mystikal Majestic, test it and watch you fail with that pencil You can stick in the top of your ass Motherfucker, you listening to the bottom of the top of my class And it seem like society tryna keep me from making it Weed burn, it's baking me, we turn and form Into a coalition built on the strengths of our color We ride for each own and down to die like no other Cause you my brother and, we gone make this shit, Fame Bounce back like the switch got hit on the hydraulics, make ya wrist shake Take that to the bank and bring me that transcript back A fucking movie gangster and the script lacks Hit you with a grip the size of my dick before ya shit can hit wax Or the Internet thinking imma sit and let a bitch slap Son what you thought was possible doing something illogical Trying to stop the prophet, I'll pop ya, take it easy One phone call, I'll have yo mom dipped in fish grease And when this shit leak, I'll make history Part Two
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