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Step outside and into suicide doors

With the gang we 'bout withdrawals

Pull it out but want some more

VIBE TRIBE NIGGA

Okay we not the type of niggas to speak it out

If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about

These guys throwing b***h fits, tell me you peep the blouse

Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house

We not the type of niggas to speak it out

If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about

These guys throwing b***h fits, tell me you peep the blouse

Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house

If thou shalt not lie then why they sleeping on me

If that dirt ain't on your hands then why you speaking on it

Nah, I ain't a killer

'Less you give me a reason homie

I see you breathing my air

Oh, that give me a reason don't it

Tribe take ya city over

Nothing move 'less we condone it

Whole crew keep the piece

Shabbat shalom s**t

Knock, knock who's home then

Pop, pop ya dome split

Click, clack reloaded

Better skit skat when the chrome lift

Pat Pat that whole clip

Ratta tat, who's next like a song skip

Okay we not the type of niggas to speak it out

If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about

These guys throwing b***h fits, tell me you peep the blouse

Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house

Man, I been slaving over this stove

But I got no beef to cook in my notes

Nigga when I get to jugging

And they get to looking

They be feeling shooken, I know

Tell you when you get to booking I grow

Prominently push the reason i'm pro

Never will I be mistooken

Ima leave a foot print on the back of people I told

Uh

Ima bring it back now yea

City on my back now yea

No I ever back down yea

Spitting on the facts now yea

Spending all my racks now yea

Uh

I never change over

Im killing the game over

Im whipping the Range Rover

And switching the lane over

The Rari the same moter

I promise you, ain't sober

I lay on the same sofa

The comets arrange nova

Goddamn

I aint here to play no more

Tell everybody Saka ain't sane no more

Im coming from the bottom of the bucket

And I swear that ima run it up until and n***a ain't no more

You come in my town and talking that mad loud

I run in a bad crowd

Put you in the background

My niggas will lash out

They pulling the bag out

They coming to flash out

They coming to

Pull the top back down

Hit the block spin round

Make the glock switch sounds

At ya top no crown

Young n***a with them demons

Pullin rugers n s**t

Heard a n***a want the smoke like a chimney n s**t

Tint black in the lac

No mask with the pack

On the hunt to catch a opp slippin

Fuckin with the team we in a different divisions

Shots get to ringing to f*ck up a n***a vision

You can't vibe with the tribe cause we at y'all necks

Fuck bout a check we keep our glocks in yo bitches breast

This point lead to a test my s**t talking is at all time best

Cause b***h niggas won't stop the hating like a periods next

Cause n***a it's mine f*ck bout a line

Killing these niggas it's homicide time

Im outta my mind I get what is mine

My glock got a fin this aint adventure time

Put shots in his spine the block after 9

We creep in the dark and pop out like surprise

Pull up in my bucket, causin a ruckus when I'm in the function

I'm on my f*ck shit, ima smash on a nigga, he no longer functions

Gamble your life, I tried to tell em now damn it he dying

Ambulance flying, mammy be crying

You shoulda just listened, the damage is final

Out here sippin black, to the face, sickly

Triggers flash, empty place quickly

Sicker than magic johnson, new b***h is thicker than action Bronson

Pause

The mission is blast and conquer

Step in the building, it's catastrophic

Repping and killing these rappers often

Hell of a spitter, you hooked on phonics

I'm a monster, ain't none iller, been this sick ever since I was delivered

Mixing up my liquor then I take it to my liver

The picking of the litter, got a n***a feelin bitter

I know y'all hate me lately, still can't slay me

Flame where page be, mayne spit rabies

Kill a motherfucker, to the afterlife

And if I miss, ain't never trippin, ima grab the knife

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