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Cakewalk
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Illmac
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Yo Look You n***as ain’t f**king with the squad though (no) I put that on my mom bro When it come to writing rhymes every line’s intertwined and designed with the God flow (yeah) Don’t get hit with a bomb though, I couldn’t miss a shot with my eyes closed I’m good with the point like Rondo and get hit with a two-piece, that’s a combo n***a, all my homies from the bottom, guns and drugs they really got ‘em (yeah) See the opps and they spot ‘em, best believe they probably shot ‘em Oh my God this is a problem (yeah) Oh my Lord this is an issue, hand my grandmama some tissue She say ‘no weapon that is formed against you’ I say ‘grandmama Jesus allowed the hood to have pistols’ (true story) So, I’m switching up the flow ‘cause I can, to let you n***as know I’m the man You don’t understand what the cocaine epidemic did to my fam When you take the lid off a can after you done heated it and beated it and mistreated it and best believe anything that you see in it to degrees’ll be damned Damaged goods so understand the hood next time you try to critique who I am I’m tap-dancing on the beat so anything that I think I’ma make sure bleeds through the pen Get a scope, come see through my lens I’m yelling out free all my friends (yeah) And making sure they never go again (yeah yeah) I’ma speak the truth to the end And f**k whoever that we gon’ offend, LSC Real make moves while the fake watch No Snapchat when they face swap Hit the plug up make him weight-watch Getting to the bag that’s a cakewalk Got a crib in the Valley where it stays hot, trust me Been a few months since a raindrop touched me Real make moves while the fake watch Getting to the bag that’s a, that’s a cakewalk It’s f**k 12 I got the case dropped My homie PC did two-and-a-half years state prop Just for selling trees, now dispensaries on the same block Damn, sh*t don’t stop like the drug war Every other block got a drugstore, ain’t a uproar The Walking Dead, the whole city a slum While they running they mouth I got a bidness to run Now they twiddling thumbs, fixing the tongue To put a limit on a [?] come, like it’s a million to one Told ‘em ‘b*t*h I’m the one’ They said ‘over my dead body’- consider it done Killer been on the run, rep the city I’m from This is capital punishment, that isn’t a pun Heart frigid I’m numb, only rubber I use is the grip on the gun ‘cause it kick like a drum Spending militant funds, civilians with guns I’m the vigilant one Vigilante with a pistol being civil to none Throw shade I extinguish the sun I’m as lit as they come Got ‘em like ‘oowee, ooh sh*t’ Hopping out two seats, new tints They be like ‘who’s he? New drip’ I be like ‘new me, who’s this?’ What we talking? Real make moves while the fake watch No Snapchat when they face swap Hit the plug up make him weight-watch Getting to the bag that’s a cakewalk Got a crib in the Valley where it stays hot, trust me Been a few months since a raindrop touched me Real make moves while the fake watch Getting to the bag that’s a, that’s a cakewalk Real make moves while the fake watch “I’ma speak the truth to the end” Getting to the bag that’s a cakewalk “Oh my God this is a problem” Real make moves while the fake watch “All my homies from the bottom, guns and drugs they really got ‘em” Getting to the bag that’s a, that’s a cakewalk “I’ma speak the truth to the end” “I’ma speak the truth” “I’ma speak the truth” “I’ma speak the truth to the end” “I’ma speak the truth” “I’ma speak the truth” “I’ma speak the truth”
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