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Eddie Kane
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It's been a long week caught cousin on the wrong street
I heard it through the phone piece they tapped him on his dome piece
Got layed under long sheets for fuckin with the wrong beast
Coming from where shit get crazy fuck with niggas from a long reach
See now Berg ain't the typical won't pull it 'less he blick at you
Still got cases pending swerving riding with a stick or two
Type to scope the play like newton swear to god done dodged a blitz or two
Got these niggas sick they bitch got pick them boys done hit they pinnacle
Nine times outta nine, they chalking lines it come to mine
He showed his pride, they blowed his spine
Now he rollin when he strollin by
Hold it high, my chin and clique
These niggas move like Benedict
Put a sig in ya mouth since you hungry for smoke
Cuz finish shit
85 south no stand up, stand out
Head up, chest out
Bread up, best out
Ran up, bled out
My youngest homie lost his mind to the grind don't wanna make sense
Wanna drop bread on a hot head, put holes in it and make vents
Sumn drop dead gorgeous in my drophead is a want not a need
In funds we lust, we run it up sonic speed
Take head to the legion
Cuz we the reason ya piece is in treason
Eager to leave cuz she intrigued how this fleece ain't in season
Might catch it next fall
Next call I get bout a feature figure
Simply tell him I want a Bentley
Take it or leave it nigga
Why collab when niggas is twenty-three but has beens
Career gasping for life
Pathetic homie just dead it
I was taught to leave no trails
I can tell that ain't a bag I don't need no scale
I weigh it well
Why they call you berg
They say that name bring chills
My face mean bales
Bitch might be beautiful but she ain't for real
Send her on that road thirty-six Oz
I bet she make it there
See jigga said keep mashing nigga I promise we gon take it there
That throne there waiting for us nigga they already done placed the chair
Victory right around the corner I already can taste the air
Dawg ain't wipe his prints then he fucked up left them cases there
We major playas
Can't afford mistakes or leave no spaces clear
I'm facing mirrors
Not the one that's blown smoke that's in the rear one
Drama fearing ass nigga scared to let they momma hear em
Auntie used to sniff a eighth and sip she lost all kind of feelings
I was taught to go straight off the hip
He ain't my kind I'm trippin
Bitch think I'm the kit to get her rich she want my condom slipping
That said it all
Fucked up ain't no telling when they gon tell it all
Bout this bread over yo head make lettuce fall
It's on the floor we bet it all
It's been a long week caught cousin on the wrong street
I heard it through the phone piece they tapped him on his dome piece
Got layed under long sheets for fuckin with the wrong beast
Coming from where shit get crazy fuck with niggas from a long reach
See now Berg aint the typical won't pull it 'less he blick at you
Still got cases pending swerving riding with a stick or two
Type to scope the play like newton swear to god done dodged a blitz or two
Got these niggas sick they bitch got pick them boys done hit they pinnacle