Lyrics:
the sand war is on
Now aside nigga here comes the pride
Verse One:
You can't persuade this brigade Killarmy renegade
on this crusade lyrical murder is sure
Alien
King Bison
Yeah
Shoutout Killavic
Shoutout Killavic Baby
Came in the game in the clutch
Claiming a name that they trust
Man ain't shit to us
to get a little reference
So we have no confusion (shit)
My flow Call of Duty prestige
Seeing through your illusions (damn)
The Illuminati's real
real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you
he's quicker on the draw, comes glory and fame
They say he's always alone, he rides a horse with no name
His only friend was the devil by his side
Never kill this spirit, talk shit, don't hear it
No peace, though I'm near it, they know my rep and they know my merit
Can't kill King Kong, guys,
some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know
Since a kid, I been a renegade
I work so much like what's a holiday
Fuck a team, I don't know how to play
I do this by myself
We good so long as I
till they scream "murder" out
The kings is back time to return the crown
Who want it? Tuck your chain, we're due coming
Renegades that'll peel you
till they scream "murder" out
The kings is back time to return the crown
Who want it? Tuck your chain, we're due coming
Renegades that'll peel you
to erase
All of these fucking fake haters, politikill bias
Fuck Corona, Karens are the real pandemic of a literal virus
They wanna instigate violence
So I
Streets know I never play
Been writing rhymes since Renegade (Em and Jay)
All these auto-tuned rappers been afraid
They know they ain't safe, it's
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if
Cause L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez
to they street
Come around, will you?
In the last two weeks, you're too weak.
I still represent Hays Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy face down.
know you whole move by yourself
I hold the entourage into yearn
That's a sign of weakness
You know a real Vic will sit back and look at niggas
That
listen to what they feeding ya
Stop supporting the people that disrespect you
But have some sense about yourself and I’ll respect you
Hard times real
Bad
'cause I'm dropping hits
They say I come(cum) faster than Monday Morning, but my lyrics are far from premature
I tell 'em that Hip Hop is my true
that you like then you should choose him
Don't listen to renegade hoes they don't know better
They need to choose too get they shìt together
If you
, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they tell
Sweet lullabies that come with a smell
anything
Let a nigga say anything
Real z shit imma renegade
So what I'm broke I'm kick through dos
Heavy on it when I say I'm gold
Imma let 'em talk when
on the corner, they ain't sellin' lemonade
Police locked us in a cage (They lock us up, nigga!)
Crackin' killin' niggas just like renegade
That's so real I
got bandit's and renegades
If you see em you just need to get away
Because they do not care about human
Life, murder so many men
It's like ten a day
discuss these wack rhymers backsliders
Mindless spineless by their own jury
They blinded by chain after chain cause
They used to being slaves
Kuntas, kuntas
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