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Nicca earned some guts
Gained a whippin from a nutcase
Freebase
Wif my gun
Erase yo whole fuqqin face
These niggas betta learn to duck & dodge
I'm pullin ho cards
I'm down to rob
Buckin on these noggas in the fuselage
Niggas call me a goon
But can't tell me shyt
No eyes behind my locs
When I'm shootin at these white folk
You can find me on the curb
Chasing a lick
I don't care if you do it the honest way
Nobody witta gun gon give a shyt
You gonna b feelin assed out
When I sit you in a casket
Even my homies gotta duck
When the wrath blast niggas in half
U wanna diss
Then approach the throne
U ain't got no tone
Ima call yo mom
And tell her ass u on yo way home
After I break yo bones
My missiles hone
Yo click is gone
Died in a huddle penning bars
For some weak ass poems
Ima cold blooded pit
From the pet cemetery
Essentially been pimpin
While yo ass was in Seminary
Niggas hurry
To get buried
If they ain't on my team
Bullets strike like lightning
Igniting niggas
And leaving em icy
On the nightly
Steady heavy in the game
On a playa hater
Don't even send me a kite g
U can wait for me to holler at yo punk ass later
Niggas waiting in line
To take mine at my own wake
Like it's a welfare office
And everybody want a piece of that cake
Ima be loadin up
Twistin on that silencer in my coffin
Bust on out while the nigga givin that eulogy start coughin
And that's Bronx town mackin bitch
Now I'm shittin on yo tombstone
Whilest I twist on up that kitty piss
See a crippin nigga pushin a baby carriage
And tell him run it
It's nothin
You ain't livin life like you love it
I'm drunk
Bout to dump clips to yo stomach
For what?
Simply because I hate yo plug
Nigga so fuck it
Fuck a nigga soul
Buck for everything u own
I be running outta control
Out tha bank wit everything I can hold
At da banquet
Showin off some new fuckin golds
On some old hoes
Like I'm fully grown
Already known
Chrome plated pestilence
Shrapnel done fumigated yo residence
Sandstorm done erased the evidence
Defaced debased
Out wit da swarm
Ain't no way in hell I'm finned 2 catch a case
Kill my patnas
Clan full of spaghetti niggas start to disappear like jimmy Hoffa
Can't trust em
Can't fade em
So Combustable on the blade
Now yo guts is on display
Rearranged and you just a stain up on my brain

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from Tower 801: 山​[​場​]​な​し​、​落​ち​な​し​、​意​味​な​し​.​.​., released November 8, 2015

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