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Queens Ny Shit
Flee Lord
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Lord, I'm working with a monster
Dipping on the D's while they circle through the charger
My circle getting larger
I'm trying to get this meal, this bitch searching for a sponsor
Flee the type of nigga that be outside first
And inside last till I knock off my work
I could use a razor blade to sharpen my verse
Your lady stay up on my page, I'ma pardon her thirst
Me and P like Lucky and Meyer
Three shots hit the door, the other four hit them tires
Hit you five times, you can call that aim
I flipped the nine nine times, you can call that Cain
Yeah, we on that shit, you not fit
Too much hard, you too soft
Way too real, you know the drill
Don't play with your life, you get killed
I'm a fucking machine, I don't stop
This shit crazy, I can't get sleep
I can't calm down, I'm getting all kind of dough
Why would I stop? I'm killing all kind of flows
Whole lot of karats
Bugs Bunny money get spent like matches
Burn through a milli quick
Shit you trying to do, I did that shit already though
Thirty games of smoke, tank full of Henny low
Life is a pair of dice
I shake them bitches, your daddy need Ferrari bikes
We top floor niggas, but we be on the curbside
Fucking with the hitters, you should fuck with us
Yeah, we on that shit, you not fit
Too much hard, you too soft
Way too real, you know the drill
Don't play with your life, you get killed
Nah, I ain't never been an amateur
Shit get thick like Precious in the Challenger
Pussy, you ain't never seen the desert with the silencer
My area is violent, Lord, better get your iron up
Haters keep talking like hoes till we bump heads
Smack you in the face with the chrome till you run red
Rockaway niggas, we known cause we dump lead
Mixed with LES on the run for some long bread
All that, and that's a whole lot of funds
You posing for the gram with a whole lot of ones
We hundred dollar billers, let that broke shit miss
Me and Lordy Lord get a hold of your bitch
Yeah, we on that shit, you not fit
Too much hard, you too soft
Way too real, you know the drill
Don't play with your life, you get killed