Kinship (feat. Sebs, D3V, A.M, Cursed Outcast, Jeff & Angelo Quin)

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Lyrical State of Mind

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Alley-oops and shooting hoops, Tuesday afternoon
Dudes with bad intentions pulling up to act a fool
Crew on crew, the tensions high man you can read the room
One foul to a fight and one pulls out the tool
We fled the scene and plan away man how can we object this?
Homie on the right informs of something super reckless
Everybody nods and rolls but I feel I'd regret this
Now I've been pressured into doing things I usually don't
But this shit is next level man I usually hope
For things to be different
Shits too deliberate
Think we pulling out the body bags for a little bitch today
We grab on his jacket, give him the mallet
Make his head explode to teach him a lesson
I would've never guessed it
We all stone-cold killers and we never had a heart
What he could've done different would've kept us apart
Motherfuckers wanna bark even though they never bite
Make a poor choice and you goin' straight to your demise
Flashing lights fill the sky, I gotta do the dash
Left the body all alone, not even in a stash
Whole crew hiding and we couldn't keep the tabs
Cop investigates what's left and don't pull out the bag
I shoot a text to D3V and ask him where the f*ck he's at
I need him to exterminate another fucking rat
For my brother Sebs, I'll turn into grim reaper
Heat sensor on, I'll send that nigga to Jesus
Put him in a body bag, That nigga mama really sad
His bitch is texting where you at, I send that bitch the body cam
Ridin' through my city, might be swervin'
Hit em' with a thirty, leave yo' body dirty
Like a derby, shooting like we Curry
Had to tell my brothers don't you worry, vision never blurry
Heart is racin', hear the sirens so I had to hit the dash
Never chase a bitch, they gon' set you up so go get the cash
Told her bout my money shit, she said that street shit never last
I told her not to worry bout' it, I'mma get my money fast
But If a pussy nigga try me, sorry I'mma tote the gat
On the run, an active shooter
They tried to take my life away
I had to go and runaway but you know I'll be back someday
Death is creepin' at the door
I can hear the floors creak
Air around me turnin' cold
Motherfucker ain't gonna fold
Hit you like a stizzy
Bullet holes, full of smoke
Burner went and cooked your ass
I laughed and did the dash
Motherfuckers trynna' catch me
Leave no evidence, I'm classy
If he try me, do em' nasty
Body bag all in my backseat
LSOM is forever
It is us and our endeavors
Always spitting something clever
Want the smoke?
That shit whenever
It would be my fucking pleasure
Punking you and all your homies
Yeah I'm on that fucking pressure
My five-seven go through body plates
That shit that heavy measure
This shit sound like a storm yeah this ain't the norm
I had to go and ditch the burner
Yeah that shit too warm
Homicide unit and swat all up at my door
Uh copy
We have apprehended some suspects involved in a homicide and a cop killing, The suspects involve some short kid, a light skin, an Edgar and a emo boy
Uh yeah, two members involved in the killing are still at large by the names of Human Error and uh Michael Cera
Copy, let's get these fuckers
F*ck that was close, you see what that man was up to
Seeing flashing red and blue, might be due to another pursue
Paranoid, looking over my shoulder
Suspicions has grew
They really out to get me preparing for that encounter
Deven on my side, he the reaper making it splatter
I'd stab you in the eye and yank that shit out of its socket
Face too fucked up, making people just want to get up and vomit
Runnin' but there's too many blues falling out of our own pockets
Red trail, dragging body, put him in the trunk
Body decomposing, yeah they eyes already sunk
Holes up in their brains, I blew out a big chunk
Rigor mortis kickin' in, they body stiffen up
Close that fucking shit, man they body stinkin' up
To the woods, I go to dig their grave so I can bury em'
No remorse, my heart so cold man I just carry on
Issues been resolved, these problems aren't done
Gunsmoke
Black coat
Blood soaked carpet
Thinking of the end cause I didn't even mean to start shit
Tokin' my cigar while I notice Jeff speedin' off with
The body in his civic, I know that he feeling nauseous
With excitement, know he love the feeling of an opp dead
Even though he didn't pull the trigger, I know he opted
Cleaning route is what I'm on, leave the room real spotless
Back up to the crib, the studio is where my solace
Murder ain't what I'm on, bitch I'm just an artist
Brothers armed with switches, yeah you know the bidness
Get the job done, an absence is non-existent
Non-relation, doesn't matter
No one fucking with our kinship

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