Lyrics:
the lines of scrimmage - I shoot you in your temple,
and leave your face shattered with dimples
Killa-Arm could never be so simple
Cross my heart, I won't die
Say please then get on your knees
Beg for forgiveness, as if there ever was a witness
Living in fear out here, they keep you right where they want
then we out by tomorrow
I'm having real rap dreams fasho
I ain't fucking wit none of y'all hoes
I done seen too many backdoors
I'm starting to think
your speculation
Catch me vibing out, smoking in exotic places
Still killing them when I keep it basic
The ops watch my Instagram with them lemon faces
I seen the hate when I seen the fame
Same niggas from my projects
I seen the lane and I mastered it
You fascinated by my progress
Boy I been on my P's
leave your bodies freezing in a mortuary /
You like a girl wearing leggings with bum-shorts your style is so out of fashion /
I heard you tryna write my
wilding, yall ain't sign 'em yet?
Bought the product, then I brought the product to the projects, product of my Environment
Always busy, blinded by
about is damn shoes, he don't give a fuck about you
Me and mama came from the projects
Tryna stack my paper get my dawgs next
It ain't easy this shit
project seems to be huge)
(It's over, bitch)
Love and fear are the same fucking thing
Don't overthink it, fuck everything
Everyone has got an image
mass than that man
Pull the blinders from your face
Cuz Trump is just a snake, slithering for his own sake
But my serpent is no snake it's a dragon in
[Chorus: Young Zee]
We got you lovin' our music
Niggas smoke weed and do drugs to our music
Girls like to fuck to our music
Niggas wild out
So what's worse
Killin' cops or them cop killers?
The system's broke
Why the fuck they let them cops kill us?
The city's in a protest my nigga still
just checked out
My old ways I opt out project Kanye West College Dropout
Vibe to the beat
Vibe to the beat
Vibe to the beat
I'm vibing to the beat
Vibe
I made it out locally
Wanted to watch you grow with me, get dough with me
Come to my shows with me, ride in that Rolls with me
I got niggas right
tenements
Surely a gangster, don't test that, my shooters itchin'
Pistols with extendos essential by projects that we pitched at
We on the corners with
give a flying fuck, embarrassed by current guys
In stilettoes acting tough, whole history falsified
Pull your card, feel free to check mine
No longer
de la libertad
Fuck the police
Coming straight out the No-Town
Hating on a motherfucker 'cause he brown
Demanding respect when it hasn't been given
You
the Glock to her bun
Say where he at, uh You know that we lookin' for, uh
She try swingin' me like a bat So my bitch left her face on her lap
Now we on I-10,
Warrior in mind, body, spirit is what I pray
An that be everyday
Jus know we gonn' find a way
Out of their oppression
Ye that system suffocates
Look
This whole year my year"
Metal Face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo, so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Old dad
" the one the old ho had
that nigga, know wе get straight cash
All the youngins on the block
Got thеy face tats
Just slimed a nigga now he tryna' get
I'm shooting out the window
projects
We ain't dead yet, I just begun to progress
I go out for a GG, like Hitler did for a Nazi
Autopsy ya whole posse, seen rich niggas cop pleads
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