Brilliance

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In the field everyday know I trap so hard
In the streets making plays, 1 buck 1 call
Zipping thru all hoods, all blocks they soft
Can't rep off me cause they know I'm gon spark
'Fo them niggas make me mad get to sending them bombs
All my slimes suited up and we ready to march
They don't even want war, hella niggas they lost
The big bro, lil bro, and they bitch ass bousin
Mane I wish I was home I was really tryna slump him
Get to bussin at his dome, throwing slugs at his muffin
And I ain gotta read them niggas, mane I know them niggas bluffin
Folks saying he seeing demons, but ain never tuck nothing
Shorty nem fell in love with the murders they gobblings
Some of the guys still Robbin while I'm filling my pockets
Bullets filled with Tylenol put him in a deep slumber
And yeah I really want em all, but they ain worth No money

When I wake I'm seeing pape, all that uh shit in The way
Y'all lil niggas need some weight
You can see it in his face, he don't really wanna Race
Smashing all on the brakes cause he know I'm gon Chase em
Leave the whole car shaking
Now the block say they heard a earthquake
He ain even get to see his birthday, did his ass the worst way
March Madness, yeah I know that hurt mane
I'm just mad I ain even get to play

Yeah they know my name Drills, Aberdeen, ring bells
Steady punching on scales, triple bean bring wealth
Every hit I had a mask, cause I know they gon tell
Catch a brick by the store, and we dropping them shells
Use to whip two Os til it hurt my hand
Face deep in the pot mesmerized by the bread
Cold Fiji make it lock, watch that bitch do dances
Seen a 10 in a month, tripled that in a next one
Oh they ain touching nun? Heard they say they Wanna  jam me
Ain trippin, text yo luck, I ain leaving no chances
In the trap with Blamma, we ain nun like Scammers
And ion een trust family, most these niggas be Federal
And hell nah we can't link gotta put you on my Schedule
All my bitches mad at me cause they can't get next To me
Catch a vibe with me make you feel like it's Ecstasy
And I knew a lil freak, I ain with allat sexting shit
Mob with killas over East who be known fa to step On shit
Bro nem merged with me cause they know I lay That belt to shit

Give they ass hella welps, all them shots they felt
And we ain dealing with no refs if we really Getting technically
Never had a tray special, to catch a Vic I was Desperate
I ain een a hot head nomore but I'm still gon melt Ya
Thuggin with some block heads they my bros every nigga gotta weapon
All is well the M.O but I'm still gon catch ya
Let me get in my zone, even barbers getting Smoked
I use to get all they los cause I was fucking all they Hoes
And I'm mad folks gon cause I ain even get to smoke em,
Smoke strong in this wood, 3.5, I'm choking
Heard they said ima bitch, oh wow he joking
See them niggas in person Braxk a smile, straight Hoe em
I ain een tryna troll em, this finna be my last notice Youn wanna make me mad, get on yo ass new Coffin

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