Shaq & Kobe

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I'm on my block, I'm with my demons, bitch, we go insane
He was talkin' crazy on the book, and when I seen em, he ain't say a thing
I got these diamonds around my neck, they fresh up out of Jhonny Dang
He went up on a drill, he 0-8, yeah he don't got no aim
I said I'm loyal to this shii, yeah I can't switch up on the gang
It's love for all my brothers, and them ones that's locked up in them chains
Bitches claim they know me, you don't know me, what the f*ck you think
I'm on the block, I'm with my twin, just like we Shaq & Kobe
If you dissin' on my brother, leave him dead just like his homies
And he up on live, he sayin' that it's smoke, then come and show me
When you doin' all them drills, you gotta do it by your lonely
Niggas swear they real, they turn real phony when they in that jam
We movin' all these grams, we movin' crack, we ain't in to scams
Niggas keep on dissin', I ain't gon' lie, yeah, we smoke your mans
Bitches out here shakin' ass, yeah, we turned em to some fans
And I ain't goin' back & forth, lil nigga get some bands
I'm boutta touch down up in Houston, I'ma hit you when I land
And this Drac, it get to dumpin', kinda soundin' like a band
And my brother wear a turban, yeah, cause he from Taliban
Call up D-Lo, he gon' hit you in your head and then he do his dance
Free La mar, up out that cage, he fightin' demons all alone
And he locked up in that cell, nobody pickin' up the phone
I got love for all my brothers, yeah, I'm ridin' right or wrong
They just gave my nigga ten, I'm like, damn, like, what the f*ck
In the trenches, ducking twelve, free my brothers out that cell
Niggas hoes, yeah, I can tell, and I won't end up in that cell
I just stay up by myself, and I just pay my brother bail
I just pay my brother bail
In the trenches, poppin' pills, I'm so high, can't feel myself
In the field, gotta keep your pipe, cause niggas shoot to kill
I'm in traffic, I pull down my mask, and then I pop a pill
And them bullets hit his face, and now he know just how It feel
Sliding for my brother every night, yeah, I'm in the field
Bitch, I'm popping X, don't give no f*ck, cause I'm tryna drill
These bullets heat him up, they got him hot like he on a grill
You can't be a shooter with some luck, you gotta have some skill
And this nic it put him down, like he popped a Benadryl
Came up off that porch when I was twelve, I don't play around
Silencer on my switch, so when I dump it, it won't make a sound
Can't wait till I see lil Ztell, put them in the fuckin' ground

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