Ain't nothing fucking with Ag and Pistol Paz 'Bout to spaz with the bars like Alcatraz Word to Sean, 'bout to kick a bone up out your ass The rap shit could do better off without your ass I'm not a rap fan, but I smoke the Afghan Stand like the last man, cats need a CAT scan Brain need a transplant, stupid f*ck, hashtag You the type to wash your face with an ass rag Kill cockroach rappers like a black flag What make Ag mad is bombs in Baghdad Put your soul on ice too, Ras Kass It ain't funny when Ag with the last laugh You eat bath salts, I do salt baths [?], all you do is talk trash Raw perico, black from Puerto Rico [?], big shout from the east coast Turn me all the way up, high as f*ck The industry not high enough You eye in eye with the higher you, but there ain't no "I" in "Us" See, Hov one of my favorites, I ain't trying to bust Same way I'm unsigned, guess I ain't try enough Vinnie stalk you like an Audi coming, Maserati Body something, I'm dutching the lobby Probably with shotties busting You hot like oil, then Ag’ll roast you, you get shot like photos Heavy metal Glock in my photo, nigga, we'll rock and roll you Off the bridge, you don't want no drama I'mma catch you in the Bahamas and put your brain on your baby mama Now we can talk about mills when I'm finished Hennessy was a popular drink and it still is I'm 'bout to turn these faggot niggas into mannequins It don't even matter why I'm mad again Kill him at the Vatican He a square? Kill him at the Madison Garden Like a motherfucking Spartan cause I'm panicking Nigga A muhfucker stupid if he think life fair See, waking from a dream and seeing me is a nightmare The chopper gon' lift this dummy out of his Nike Airs Muhfucker see black mirrors and white bears You see this is life here, take this advice here You witnessing the second crucifixion of Christ here I'm 'bout to catch a homi when I dim all the lights here The bullets travel fast, but it feel like a light year I came straight from Hell with a pitch black force With a black pitch fork and a pitch black Porsche Yous a baby food dude and your shit's that soft I'm the bang, bang, body bag, click-clack boss It's dark here, Philly don't bother with street lights McLaren F1's move faster than street bikes It's peace till the OG, give me the green light I slap the ghost out of anybody that breathe hype
Written by: Vincent Luviner
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