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It's been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don't worry bout me, the devil protects it's own

This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin
But I don't cry, niggas must die
My bloodlust is unquenchable My thirst for revenge you bitch niggas can't comprehend
I might let you live a few years, feel yourself
Death is always near, and then it gets dealt
This ain't the pop that the kids bop to
This what the hard rocks cock Glocks to
I hate rap niggas, I love street cats
I serve whack niggas, please believe that
Iceberg bitch, motherfucker you heard
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
I ain't impressed by your jewelry, that could get took
Don't floss around me nigga you shook
All your dope talk crack talk trap talk bullshit
How could real niggas stomach your lies?
You never fuck with no live niggas I know
Only place your hard is in your motherfucking bio Imma go on cause I feel the mic starting to heat
Grip the wood on the wheel lay back in your seat
I ain't new to this shit, I could rap for weeks
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats

It's been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don't worry bout me, the devil protects it's own

KGR boy, Queens grime nigga
Turn your block into the scene of the crime nigga
A mean shine nigga the beam on the nine nigga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Corona the own, I rep it to the death boy
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
Niggas come comical, I fix 'em with the llama too
The money in '85 was so astronomical
Chest neck gripping with ice like a comma do
Yea nigga this the auto bio
Fuck with the auto die yo
Murder here my nigga Universe caught a slug in the eye yo
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
Bottom of the pot rock pat 'em and dry those
Lay low from homicide with a side hoe, you know how it go

Get your gats out hoods on masks up
In my dark world fuck boys get touched
I'm much older and colder now
No beat just release the hounds
I move the social elite from the concrete
It wasn't easy lotta blood got spilled
Shit got greazy good men got killed
Somehow I kept my head down kept moving
A lot had to be shown it had to be proven
And I'm still alive today
So don't test me in no type of way
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
(That nigga plays a cop) Broke nigga don't speak
Seventeen years 200k a week
Nigga you on the bus, while I'm whipping a fleet
If you can't add money you ain't from the street