Squad loyal

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31 Dec 2020

Hold it down for my m.f.’n squad//most likely ima drown n da rain getting off//send haters back to god wen I trap the top//explode like a bomb an push metal through ure thoughts// ima ride till I rott//can’t cover my body wit a sheet the piece to hot// Re arrange ure frame till u physically fall back// pump the trigger till the top half trapped/ /ain’t in movies cus ain’t shit about me an act //talk reckless we turn ure block tu Iraq// automatic rounds leave ure chest flat// a push ure lungs out ure back //conscious heavy so I’m holdin conversations with the clouds// talking to god cus I’m from the slums praying I make it out// certified hood official // sac religious mental skepticism keep me wit a pistol// truth is life in these trenches taught me paranoia an doubt// rather be caught with it than without// jurisdictions a war zone fuck the passive active ima air it out //really tho I think god hate me cus he hear me but he neva listen I numb the pain by puttin intoxicants in my system//that shit keep my head straight but decompose my liver//adrenaline fiend got me on the path to seeing god quicker// Hold it down for my m.f.’n squad//most likely ima drown in the rain getting off// send haters back to god wen I trap the top// explode like a bomb an push metal through your thoughts//ima ride till I rott//can’t cover my body wit a sheet the piece to hot// S.o.e. Leaky on me// I pray you bitchesis sleeping on me cock back release and leave you a wax bleeding on me// any extreme for the blood line they my chosen few// Lunatic actions will have me standing over you// ure moms’ll cry for a couple months then they gonna be over you// now ure ghost body rock wit me// and in the darkness of midnight I swear it whisper and talk to me//......hahaha I’m the embodiment of oppositional hate// I excersize my personal demons with gun play //really with the shit like a septic// swear my trigger fingers epileptic// I need a drastic mEd regemine// like Leonit’s from 300// I ride on my enemy’s moppum// sk shells’ll leavem stiff and rotting// born for this made for collisions//collide and let the hopper kisses// situation critical crack the elivator jus to get sloppy// drill for my people// what u think I’ll do to keep u hating bitches off me// pull till I click the toaster // weapon to big for a holster//that shit sit right above my cock and balls //never heat to precise a hater and get off//I’m jus talk I’m what I live // so wen you see that thang on me you know what it is// point blank range how the fuck ima miss//

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