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Vendetta

Stogie T
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Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater Don't think for a second shit sweet And T will let ya, disrespect I mincemeat niggas for breakfast Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra A lecture from professor Hannibal Lecter My pitbull senses food in human texture We at the section, low key with the brethren Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed These nigga flexing four deep with VS And no bitch doing extra phony shit for attention It's no stress till they poke me in the chest With a phone seeking a selfie, pour a drink on her dress Gotta address it, check a nigga temperature But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler Kick 'em out the VI they out there with the regulars Vendetta, I'm petty they gotta learn a lesson Fuck 'em forever Whatever birdie he got I'm texting Till she the ex, put a baby mama in a Benz Uber Black got a cutie added to our lady friends Don't play with them, my niggas really raise blinkies I could get you got for the price of a race pigeon Don't fuck with me, I don't beef with rappers that's silly They say to you what they can't to me When they see me, Stog Show up in the place with style and grace See the sour on their face That's that vendetta Pull up like vroom, ass on boom Bitches turn gloom That's that vendetta Bank full of pape, fly no cape Faces turn sour grape That's that vendetta Ohh huh that's that vendetta Ohh huh that's that vendetta Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch My Guerrilla niggas beat the army in them skirmishes MK veterans, armored truck co-conspirators Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister Black businesses off the books, no written shit Colonial pillaging call 'em crooks but don't give 'em shit Well here's a look, lease the whip from the dealership Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes or just eat a dick Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants Dunk a nut of semen on racists call it conditioner It's in my lineage mum and pops was militant Cousin wasn't innocent, those the cards he dealing with Ace of Spade out the bucket to remember him 'Cause they was made out them struggles When the pressure build it's meant to feel like water When you check the stream of thought, a nigga etched with skill Get spins with no record deal So for the record if its smoke, yeah I am here for this But show don't tell first lesson of the discipline No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it Toast your cocktails to a lyricist Vendetta We get 'em back when we level up Revenge cheddar For all the second hand shit they fed us Set 'em up in the calm south westerly weather And touch lettuce forever all the et ceteras Show up in the place with style and grace See the sour on their face That's that vendetta Pull up like vroom, ass on boom Bitches turn gloom That's that vendetta Bank full of pape, fly no cape Faces turn sour grape That's that vendetta Ohh huh that's that vendetta Ohh huh that's that vendetta