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Lil Fenn

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I gotta street lesson
Watch what you be repping
Especially when you be really pretending
Issa lotta real life G's resenting

Straight real talk when I'm spitting
Reason why is none of y'all get it
Shit back home way different
Y'all really not up in these trenches
Y'all really not thuggin y'all bitches
Straight tame not one of y'all vicious
Lil small town wannabe listen
Y'ain't seen nothing bitch come and see this shit
You are not built for these streets that I been in
You ain't tryin live the kind of life that I'm living
You ain't gonna make it in survival of the fittest
You ain't really knowing all the shit that coming with it
Y'ain't gon' do shit you not with it
Ain't no real gang in that county existing
A lot of you claiming you blood or a king or a GD or maybe you wannabe crippin
But every lil one of you bitches pretending
I know some real gang bangers who get offended
I roll with the BD's and bitch when I said it
I'm talking bout family real killers I meant      We in the jungle the bitch we in the trenches
Trap and they whipping up dope in they kitchen
This where you my enemy you regret it
This where yo life can be easily ended

Bitch try stepping I'm upping this pole
F*ck it I'm gonna get punching this hole
9 millimeter size up in his dome
You don't want popped mufucka get gone
Ion know much well this something I know
If you don't know who you fucking with don't
Ion even keep it one hundred it's more
You could die if you try fucking with bro
Wondering cause I been fucking this hoe
What in the f*ck is you cuffing it for
Real fast unbuckle it sucking it slow
It bust in it done I get up and then go
Real Northside shit y'all f*ck with this flow
Whore's I'm with got junk and it show
Fourth time spin the block but I sit low
Lord I've sinned but I wanna get doe

Farm boy f*ck is knowing bout gang shit
Claim GD you really not banging
Methed out living down in yo moms basement
Ina town with a five thou population
F*ck Eldora fake Latin King nation
Bunch of dumb tweaking out little Caucasians
Put a lil kid inside prison y'all made him
Rob a Casey's and all cause a false claiming
Tiny lil town called Union try claiming
They was out cripping y'all kidding stop faking
Ain't no crip set gon' try wasting
Time on no small town white boy lame shit
Two white boys from Iowa Falls and they ain't shit
Thinking they blood not knowing they basics
Tell the dumb fucks they part of folk nation
When they start throwing up six not say shit

All y'all wannabe's come and see Mason
Night time walk around north side taking
All your lil false ass flags out waving
See what y'all think about living how they been
Drive by pop get shot hit pavement
Blood come out same color two fake kids
Thinking it's fine to be trynna seem they with
Sum like real street organization
Flag that black bandana you ain't six
Real GD's out here and they hate when
Farm boys trynna seem part of what they in
Let y'all meet probably will not make it
Crips in Hardin County is outrageous
Stop y'all comedy honestly thinking
Y'all some how could be part of C nation
Now we think y'all are retarded we hate it

If you want real gang beef just slide
I'ma have twenty real shooters outside
I'ma real killer now not the same guy
Play with my feelings I'm watching y'all die
What should pick up my glock or my nine
What if he in the car when I let fly
Door gon' stop it no wait never mind
FMJ go through it real nice
I'ma keep another clip another twenty three shots
I'ma send a mother fucker up to meet god
I was just wannabe don't f*ck with me now
Funny who the mother fucking wannabe now
F*ck throwing hands I'm busting get shot
Honestly you don't want none of this nah
If you offended by one of my rhymes
Hardin County wannabe come and get taught
My bullets hit opps
Bitch

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