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Truthful Epiphanies
YFG Fatso
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I got the biddle
Tryna hide, we come through findin' a lil' goat swingin' six
Who the fuck do they gang? He just
Dickride, that same shit got him hit
Your fans gon' get you killed, this Chi
Right business and you a lil' Philly bitch
At fifteen, I was walkin' down on shit, my gun was a nigga's kid
At fifteen, you was still enrolled
Lil' boy, stop lyin' like you do hits
You grown, but that mean nothin', I been
Out huntin', I'll make him the oldest vic
Long live Hawk, it was rare, brother, ain't gettin'
Off, you ain't never drunk blood or shit
The first nigga gotta get bossed, so I'm
Payin' the cost, it was never a random blitz
Me and lil' T in the car, probably slidin'
On Nick, I was dancin' while holdin' the stick
Niggas can't dirt my name, bruh, I'm known
To toss for the rap, I was up in the mix
He died his head dick ridin' like he be slidin'
For the birds, who the fuck is this?
I ain't never heard of your name on no
Street shit, no beats, no first attempts
You claim that shit with pride, you must
Gon' ride once they soon up they clique
I did too many drills, long live big
Drills, kill niggas, no aid or six
Think he a murderer now, they sayin'
That all young fiend off too many sniffs
You a bitch nigga who easy, send him his fiends
Tell 'em kill him right after the pics
You didn't wanna land this shit, but you
Already in, they know I was ridin' with Rizz
Everybody gotta go down, I'ma be the one
Sendin' 'em up, make 'em crash the whip
Dude y'all seen on Last Stand shit on the
Side, he ain't never heard a bug or shit
You playin' like we gotta line, you know
How we get, he behind, we kill his bitch
Ask him when he got hit, he ain't say at
The yard, shouts, then done lost his dick
Homicides, we do it all, got my hand on the
Ball, face shot make 'em fall and twitch
One of mine died, we went, got the score
Untouched, same day, we don't stall or sit
You know I be up in the car, but when somebody
Die, let the young guys claim the hit, yeah
You know it's no way to be even with nothin' in rap
Them niggas killin' you slowly and ain't even
Tellin' you we the ones get shit wrapped
Money ain't shit, need money to war, so
I went got a lot of that pussy and strap
Don't give no fuck about none of that city shit
Claimin' you win and come back to the rap
Yeah, yeah, kill a president, he try to play with me, this ain't that
You seen the vid of me tryna get a charge
And then callin' my brothers to get more back
Know when I'm on, niggas never could play with me
Humble too long, let me come with the facts
0771 Ain't even try to play with me, sent the apology song with a rap
Niggas be constantly yellin' out Hawk last
Time that I checked, y'all known for that
Remember the split when you tried throwin' back
It was nineteen shots to your lil' brother chest
Hawk head died tryna get one of y'all, but we
Ain't leave, brother, ain't have to come back
And right after that, we got back in the V, y'all
Lost a good two and a soul get snatched, bitch
I got the biddle
I got the biddle