KILLA
Don Flare
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Brody got the mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop, one wrong word make it litty like a matchbox Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks Smokin' on that killer in the V, it got me mad hot Pull up to my trap spot but don't make it fue like a heater She tryna hear that boofwell through her speakers Writing rhymes in class, used to piss off all my teachers They tried to steer me but I had to hit a reverse So when I'm working in the stu gotta make sure this shit on point Everything from adlibs to the reverb Cause I'm tryna touch a billi in my city, that's a rarity But I'ma run it up until my feet hurt Two seater, my ambition, me and my likkle brown skin Girl, round trippin, anything you want it ain't a thing Girl, I could get it, don't let these niggas tell you lies My body different, cause if you let em tell it They been rich they whole lives, and that may be your alibi But it just ain't mine, my whole life I knew that I was Gifted, but still I'm feeling lost, just a product of how I'm living Brody got the mac, sittin pretty like a laptop One wrong word, make it litty like a matchbox Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks Smoking on that killer and the V it got me mad hot Brody got the mac, sittin pretty like a laptop One wrong word, make it litty like a matchbox Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks Smoking on that killer in the V it got me mad hot Moving fast and still taking my time See through these niggas even if I was blind So ahead of my time, already bagged her in the back of my mind Compared to city lights, them shits is sublime Cause nefe you shine, like the star that you are Me, you and the money baby, let's have a menage Though you not impressed by the fancy jewels in the cars That's what I love about you, always stay true to who you are I seen fame get to they heads like bro that's not who you are The closer I get it slowly reveals that the facades only hold up from a far Jackin static so you think that you hard I send them dogs at you see it's way more bite than the bark Come from the lands, no foreigner when it comes to the war Disturbing the peace in your neighborhoods just cause we was bored Now we ain't playing no games Yeah I need that money power respect that triple threat Have her feeling for more Yeah Yeah, yeah Brody got the Mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop One wrong word make it litty like a matchbox Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks Smokin' on that killer in the V it got me mad hot Brody got the Mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop One wrong word, make it litty like a matchbox Smoke a lil' nigga, then we dump him in the back blocks Smokin' on that killer in the V it got me mad hot
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