Skatekey on Allerton (feat. Rome Streetz)

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Bless up, we here to apply the pressure
You rappers wearing vests but we aiming for the neck up
Back when Nas had the tek on the dresser
I was watching my brother bag up work and count the cheddar
80s baby yea this cloth a different texture
Every verse I'm dropping jewels like clumsy thief who stole the treasure
Spark the lecture, mic recka, soul collector
You giving details to sketchers
Mad cause the ya hood won't accept ya
You gassed by those IG likes they're fuel injectors
I'm at a level that u can't measure
Straight up, all facts nothing made up
Just trying to lift my state up, you just wasting data
Mind lost in ya iPhone, nothing but me toos with lean in their Styrofoam
Born alone then you die alone
All rats I pray they die slow, f*ck 5-0
You can still get ya head crack like when the dice roll
That's a bet, you know how life go
Gamble and you could lose it all
Never ran never will, I always choose brawl
The left a take ya breath, then the right a hit ya chest like albuterol
Need a beat dead you know who to call

It's 1 for the money, 2 for my bros
3 for the shorties that's grinding for the doe
4 for my hood, 5 for the flow
6 get you 12, but 7 a get you more
A whole 8th to the face, 9 more for the road
10 toes down, if you didn't now you know
Soulja til it's over, bang and give 'Em more
Leave that bullshit at the door, stay blessed

Gunz and butter fast cash and pounds of product 
Why would we ever converse if it ain't about a profit 
Sold baggies on Broadway now I'm a trending topic 
F*ck a bitch off twitter and send her to the block list 
Said she love me even though I'm toxic
I said whatever on some nonchalant shit 
Unresponsive keep something in my palm to leave you unconscious
For the currency we on a conquest 
Ya no contest ounce of loud candy in the Benz arm rest
As I cruise through the town where someone who love u will gun u down 
Watch who you be around got no time to lounge 
Hit my line you tryna find a pound 
You niggas declining on your way down this the top tier 
Made reality outta my street dreams like Nasir 
Mind full of crime and finesses all of you guys squares 
Better to count ya blessings than jail time years 
Choice is yours f*ck crimes I rather do tours 
We way up you scrubs never even scored 
I been raw you can come wit everything you got, still need to bring more 
If the doe flow should ever stop we plot to stick yours  

It's 1 for the money, 2 for my bros
3 for the shorties that's grinding for the doe
4 for my hood, 5 for the flow
6 get you 12, but 7 a get you more
A whole 8th to the face, 9 more for the road
10 toes down, if you didn't now you know
Soulja til it's over, bang and give 'Em more
Leave that bullshit at the door, stay blessed

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