Lyrics

We up in the late night stu But I'm wit my dudes The mark of the beast We Rolling 6 deep She creep like a sheep But I'm the black king Half of them Sleep I'm smoking top shelf I'm high call Me Jeff Mixing the pack we call it pit Shepard Your man's isn't equip I'm I'm flipping the town Keep pushing tell runners keep Looking Hooking the bait yes I'm assuring I'm grinding cause my life been fuck Up You know I'm working all night Don't put up a fight It's takeoff on sight I'll end wit a bang For mine yea that's gang Yea I said I'll end wit a bang For mine yea that's gang I'm the apex of the C wit that raptor On my side Like 123 or ABC's I'm really here wit My slimes We never fold bout a dime not even Close to my prime Like the switch of a clock they all Switch on time Just want to spit a few rhymes I'm Never straight can't walk that line I'm from va where the creeps and Freaks Never sleep just hunt the weak I stand up it's time to speak for my Peps I got a plan to get us out of the heat Like road runner we going to haul to the Jeep A 6 door never scene losing 12 for Dat cream My damn credit isn't straight They don't teach us bout debt Can't live in peace They steady hunting for my cheese Like Dr Sebi I'm greeting the woke My anxiety racing I'm steady fighting These nerves I been round this shit I got to walk with a limp Some of these niggas think they crip I tell all these niggas go ahead and Jump ship But don't forget the blue slip A nominee yea that's me The city council is fucked We need someone to step up I'll fill the shoes for a while It's getting cozy yet wild But I won't fold nor I can't go Yea But I won't fold nor I can't go
Writer(s): Isaiah Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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