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competition jaise streets on a lockdown
dikhey na yaha duur duur tak bhi koi
I can keep on doing this go on for eons
silent killer on the beat mera flow so

and my brother
I got a gat when I was bigger
With anger to pull the trigger
So don't fuck around with Shank
'cause a Ryda's a real killer
This Glock is

the distance
It don’t bother me none
What I start reading is the pleading
Of my techniques being needed
By a giant bastard crone
‘Till they’re fallen

nah wa be ah enemy
Carry fi ah joy ride drop yuh off by the cemetery
Another life lost like a man who love jocking g
Luckily all ah mi a.rs buss

down อะ ไหวรึเปล่าเนี่ย

You know I’m good by myself
But you make me feel better
And I don’t care ain’t nobody else
I don’t give a what yeah whatever
(*)

Mafia we some killers,
Who you gon kill yeah,
Pussy boy too hurt,
Its all written, chill mate.
Facebook live e eshe,
Boy he crying, man angered,
Mukhe

Silence, like a whisper
Maybe tomorrow it won't be here
So tomorrow we could teach them
Some new styles

You're such a killer so shoot me down again

Let me be great, let me be
(yeah) , let me be great (ah)

I almost gave up on this rap shit
Surrounded by some killers that I trap with
Plottin' murder

the reincarnate killer 
who took you before your time 
leave no trace behind 

when the family tree 
starts sprouting 
some phantom limbs 
i knew it to be true 
now

the trunk whip
All types of killers that we run with
We still rappin' even though
The competitors wanna
Try and escalate their little
Setup for cheddar shit

a Benzo
I wanna feel numb
I don't wanna think about it
Another pain killer helps me
To forget about it
A couple bottles of the champagne
It's for the pain

saa na me y3no
Motumi fr3 me rap Van Vicker
I promise on my honor
S3 s3 nia mo feeli me no
M3 ko soa y3mo microphone killer
Abosomso na mode menam
But

This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or
You all get shot

I'm sick of people getting
Victimized by criminal cops

you by the collar lift and
Slam you on ya neck you are not a star you
Just faded off the drugs
You won't get my spot un less
You taking it in blood
I do

pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?

known by the mandem
Chop and changing my flow to the standards
Imma star call me Sherif like Woody
Bullseye right on the beat how could he (how could he)

And the one between the hungry poor & wealthy far
Motherf*ckers sleepin' in the rain on a concrete mat
I'm not a pimp, i'm just a carpenter by trade
But

coz I'm feelin drowsy
My spirit's eaten by The Beast devouring

Got my mask on, drive the demons out
See my past ghosts, clean the spirits out
Put

to the chin, I really showed her that
Product of my environment, nigga
I feel like MJ, fresh out of retirement, nigga
You do the job by yourself, you never hire

Now you see the real face of evil
Now you know the real face of killers
You have to know what it takes to ignore the silence
It'll leave an after

lie whenever the devil is close by
The game could be so cold but so fly
Your breaking bread with a killer in a bow tie
Snakes with no spine I don't co

psychic)
Hangin' with some niggas, they be takin' pistols (give me that)
Hangin' with some niggas that'll kill your killers (get down)
BabyDrill get real,

touched by the hands of fate and blessed to become a celebrity
So remember the name L.O.K.  and his whole crew, because these Midwest G's hot

use filler
Said she wanna fuck with a 18 nigga 
I've smiled in the face of killers 
If only you knew what a mans been inna 
I dunno about dodge coin I