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VLTRS

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Wrote this verse hotboxing the whip and sliding to Popeyes
Got jewelry and a smile that make haters look at me cock-eyed
Cutter tucked that make pussy nervous
I slash then hit a nerve end
Smoke a rack of ribs and then curb em I like em soaked in bourbon
In them days was serving f*ck ya feelings had to make a way
Had to make a play
Had to stash a band inside the safe
Prolly make it stretch on emergency cause this zip ain't safe
I'ma struggle baby go ahead baby give that bib a break
East coast nigga, West coast shipper
Exotic pressure burned at my leisure
In old swishas
Taste of revenge on my lips and it's so bitter
Ya get it flashback memory's old pictures
Remember nights sitting home hearing my momma cry
Fighting demons they heathens straight from the other side
I saw that shit in myself one day and was traumatized
Type of energy makes niggas do homicide

I come from fucking random bitches to jammin to Genuine
Semi tucked in the divot, pivot intend to figure mine
These niggas cricket as having rickets, they can't stand me
I grab the fifth I take a sip, straight faced I need a grammy
I miss my fucking granny
They told me she would have me
My back at least, these blackened streets done held me down and stabbed me
I'm a different kinda esse south side living
Esta en el sur sippin forties with all my esses, but just wait
Picture this
A thick booty bitch, with the best intent
Blacklight lit Backroom, we naked wrestling
Hop out the pussy on the porch
Then smoke a newport
I tried to reach for the stars, guess I's a little too short
I landed on a rocket, and blew it up I had C4 inside of my pocket
And lately I just been quiet
That's when you gotta watch em, no spottemgottem
I feel like i'm about to blow up
How can I hold up, mixing these drugs and sodas

They out they element I'm elegant
God flow I'm like the reverend
Back track im peddlin, mad devilish
Kinda felenous with how we sellin shit
Rebels for president
Tryna f*ck the game she celibate
Some advice Subside before ya losing ya life
Vltrs malignant don't get it twisted this game is benign
Comprise lies
Jaq keep it devine
J-A-Q pullin up with a gleam and a smile
Hold up f*ck
They done set off the gun
Titanium Bullets starting to hum
Better run Jaq popping the trunk
Pulling off with black trucks
I'm spitting sick
Trippy shit
Acid burn On my tongue
Now we
Get together and remember
The peace And how we have heat
In a Stu with no greed
Smoke seshs with no weed
Just ideas and seeds
To be planted
Don't take this shit for granted
I lost sis now I'm screaming god damnit
Still stashed away
Hiding up in the house
These Migraines and smoking loud
They only help me now
Break bounds and Save the drowned
Myself, I gone and out
Was lost and then found
The VLTRS, we showin out

Imma leave you leakin on the cement
The VLTRS are feedin
Its a feedin frenzy
It get messy
I'm a freshman to this rap shit
My mind is a weapon
Trynna get it from the east to the west end
I make these bitches mute
Like they was on blue tooth
Exposing you like nudes
Since a youth
I've stuck to my roots
You cant compute
The words that coming thru
VLTRS are true Stand tall and salute
The awakening is taking place
You stuck in a daze
I'm raising cain
I take the pain turn into gains
Spitting my testament
It's that new king James
I'm in my element
You other fucks are irrelevant
I'm like a bad experiment
I got a different temperament
It's evident
This wasn't on accident
Not looking for a settlement
We ain't in the same regiment
We heaven sent
Godamnit we heaven sent

It's 101
Don't matter how many takes till we get it fucking done, nigga
V's really spittin
But I guess this nigga off his prescriptions, N3VA

Percussions bussin brass hear the symbols
These pussies perpetrating only, pushing P on pixels
This ain't the internet
The rhymes you riddle leave my ribs with tickles
Like a feather vest
I test ya best flows shit ain't work a nickle tho
Deal with it flows fickle you in pickle bro
Yo, N3V sicker than sickle cell
They envy me penny pinching, man imma wish em well
This shit ain't no show n tell
Snow on scales, bailess jail, molly water, non propel
Personnel personally seen scenes uneasy
Kicks was cutting cuticles now the usual Yeezys
And ain't no more freebies, its a fee for the features
Pray to the strap, gun in lap lay no trust in the preachers
Institutions spit lies ain't learn shit from the teachers
Dropped a track to showcase the rap
Placed pin on the map, and hating niggas you stay in the back
Stay in the bleachers
Follow the leader lines lethal ether
Rap recruit but the rhymes is sounding senior
Ill like the fever, you start the beefing we bringing meat cleavers
And saving ground for the Bones
Like the underachievers

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