30 sticks in the city
Title: “No Mercy” (Aggressive rap song with explicit content – proceed with caution) [Intro] Yeah! Ayy, I’m done playin’ with these fake-ass clowns You want smoke? Then it's up right now! Let's go! [Verse 1] I'm on go, bitch, I ain't never chillin’ Talk slick, get rocked, no feelin’ Grew up in the dirt, I was made for the killin’ Aimin’ at your head, no cap, no ceilin’ I’m a motherfuckin' beast, no leash, no peace Put a opp in the ground like leaves in the streets Y’all bark online, but freeze when we meet I’m the realest in the room, y’all weak, y’all sweet Bitch, I’m toxic, heart cold like a freezer Pull up with the smoke, turn your hood to Ibiza I ain’t never ran, I don’t duck, I don’t hide Catch you lackin’ broad day, now your mama cryin’ [Hook] I don't give a fuck, I was built for the war Kickin’ down doors, blood stains on the floor Say my name wrong, now your life's gettin’ short Bitch, I bring hell, ain't no motherfuckin’ remorse No mercy, nah, I don't give a damn You ain't bout shit, you just flex on the ‘Gram Keep talkin’ slick, get smacked where you stand This that real raw shit, no goddamn glam [Verse 2] I came from the bottom, all pain, no pity Now I roll deep, 30 sticks in the city You a clown, you a joke, you ain't real, you pretend Say you shoot shit, but your clip got no end Fuck peace, I want chaos, I'm wild like a riot Got the trap jumpin’, the whole block's on a diet Snakes in my grass, I cut ‘em with a blade I don’t make threats, I just pull up and spray Yeah, I’m cursed with a mind full of violence Talkin’ real loud, now he dyin’ in silence Bitch, I’m the storm, I’m the plague, I’m the fire If life’s a game, I’m the glitch in the wire [Hook] I don't give a fuck, I was built for the war Kickin’ down doors, blood stains on the floor Say my name wrong, now your life's gettin’ short Bitch, I bring hell, ain't no motherfuckin’ remorse No mercy, nah, I don't give a damn You ain't bout shit, you just flex on the ‘Gram Keep talkin’ slick, get smacked where you stand This that real raw shit, no goddamn glam [Outro] Fuck all that talkin', I’m comin’ for throats Loaded with pain, and my heart full of smoke You want that static? Then that’s what you get It’s death on my tongue, and I say it with my chest—BITCH! Let me know if you want a cleaner version, a beat idea, or want to extend it into a full song with a third verse or a bridge.
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Title: “No Mercy” (Aggressive rap song with explicit content – proceed with caution) [Intro] Yeah! Ayy, I’m done playin’ with these fake-ass clowns You want smoke? Then it's up right now! Let's go! [Verse 1] I'm on go, bitch, I ain't never chillin’ Talk slick, get rocked, no feelin’ Grew up in the dirt, I was made for the killin’ Aimin’ at your head, no cap, no ceilin’ I’m a motherfuckin' beast, no leash, no peace Put a opp in the ground like leaves in the streets Y’all bark online, but freeze when we meet I’m the realest in the room, y’all weak, y’all sweet Bitch, I’m toxic, heart cold like a freezer Pull up with the smoke, turn your hood to Ibiza I ain’t never ran, I don’t duck, I don’t hide Catch you lackin’ broad day, now your mama cryin’ [Hook] I don't give a fuck, I was built for the war Kickin’ down doors, blood stains on the floor Say my name wrong, now your life's gettin’ short Bitch, I bring hell, ain't no motherfuckin’ remorse No mercy, nah, I don't give a damn You ain't bout shit, you just flex on the ‘Gram Keep talkin’ slick, get smacked where you stand This that real raw shit, no goddamn glam [Verse 2] I came from the bottom, all pain, no pity Now I roll deep, 30 sticks in the city You a clown, you a joke, you ain't real, you pretend Say you shoot shit, but your clip got no end Fuck peace, I want chaos, I'm wild like a riot Got the trap jumpin’, the whole block's on a diet Snakes in my grass, I cut ‘em with a blade I don’t make threats, I just pull up and spray Yeah, I’m cursed with a mind full of violence Talkin’ real loud, now he dyin’ in silence Bitch, I’m the storm, I’m the plague, I’m the fire If life’s a game, I’m the glitch in the wire [Hook] I don't give a fuck, I was built for the war Kickin’ down doors, blood stains on the floor Say my name wrong, now your life's gettin’ short Bitch, I bring hell, ain't no motherfuckin’ remorse No mercy, nah, I don't give a damn You ain't bout shit, you just flex on the ‘Gram Keep talkin’ slick, get smacked where you stand This that real raw shit, no goddamn glam [Outro] Fuck all that talkin', I’m comin’ for throats Loaded with pain, and my heart full of smoke You want that static? Then that’s what you get It’s death on my tongue, and I say it with my chest—BITCH! Let me know if you want a cleaner version, a beat idea, or want to extend it into a full song with a third verse or a bridge.