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Yeah

Cypher 7, you niggas know the fuckin' routine

Mob

Coming up I had it rough, yup every night I used to pray

I was tryna do it big, all a nigga had was faith

My bro in the cage, fightin' for us like no MMA

Free the real, when they come home it’s a holiday

No it ain’t no MILF, when this fuckin' .40 pop a pussy

I ain’t drinking on no milk, but I smoke a lotta cookies

I just came in the game, ballin' on 'em like a rookie

Shorty see me shining, she blew on me like I fuck with Tookey

Money, drugs, and murder, I come from Peoria nigga

And I’m not Sean Livingston but I’m a warrior nigga

She thick and she bad as fuck, give me neck like I’m Dracula

Come through with this .50 spittin' it’s gon' be a massacre

Clapping at you like a graduation once I cap 'em up

Smoke a nigga like a session I ain’t even pass the blunt

Shooting at you like directors since you niggas acting tough

Now it’s ambulances backing up with bags to pack you up

Ain’t no question how I’m rocking we the fucking trending topic

If it’s beef, CP3, how I’m shooting with the rockets

FGE, taking off, while you haters sitting watching

Hit his teeth, with the iron like I’m golfing, get a coffin bitch

FGE shit man, ha

'Tigue in this bitch

I been grinding, feel like Weezy, I got money on my mind

You know that I play to win, like it’s money on the line

I’m not taking disrespect, all this shit gon' get correct

Know some niggas cut like chess get X’d and boxed you look connect

Watch me ball just like a scout, on anyone who gon' doubt

I know I’m gon' make it out, I make all my haters pout

Some of my niggas move pillows like they tryna fix the couch

Soon as they get that shit in, you know they gon' get it out

Tried to tell 'em we don’t play, that’s what’s tried and they failed

Watch these niggas, they not real, they not built for this, they frail

Bring that bullshit, and we sprayin' tryna clear the smell

Y’all be the ones 12 that’s singing like 112

Smart and cute with a nice body, not ball hogging couldn’t pass it

She was wanted just like Angela Jolie I gotta have it

Used to fuck her lost connection now shit lagging guess shit happen

Beat that pussy up, we go pound for pound we not dapping, uh

Every beat I touch, I murder, I know the feelin

Fans know when I’m on beast, like O’Neal I shall kill

No sirens got a clear path headed to the top

Pussy nigga might foul but he know that free shot

Ball in this bitch no blender bottle

Gotta thick bitch gon' bend then swallow

I told bro we can’t give up, I don’t quit just like Apollo

Creed, I know I ain’t perfect I’m a sinner like MB but

I still pray everyday, and not just for me

Yeah, Talley

FGE shit

Look, aye, going down they throat again

If they hate watch 'em swallow it hard

I’m gifted as a holiday card

These niggas sweeter than holiday heart

Bitch I been the truth, and gon' be either when I meet God

I don’t speak watch the bodies I crop

But don’t get put in that closet it’s dark

So much shit follow my heart, had the heart in it

That’s spending they worth won’t get caught in it

I need everything blessed when I’m crossing it

So I searched for God’s power and harnessed it

Faith boosting me up like a starter kit

Said your word was the sword so I sharpened it

Now my verse is so worth you could auction it

I collect with a blame, but literally

And fuck shit ain’t safe if it’s near to me

I’m down to die for who’s dear to me

Hard for me to cry but it’s tears in me

Theres no fear in me, for every fuck nigga hearing me

I drive with that steel like I’m Harry B

And I pop it like a pill in me

So full of rage, I cage it

Only God knows how amazing

Don’t be a John Doe I’ma blaze him

He in church only Jesus could save him

I guess it’s with the beat when I take him

Wanna play it ain’t free I’m a gamer

Like 2K no 2 3 when I fade him

Put that lead in his sheets and erase him

Now back to that paper, aye

Like schooling nigga, and I been on my A game

I don’t know where you been nigga

I go hard as the freight train, I get shit moving nigga

Don’t think like I slang 'cain

How your bitch tryna move in nigga

And I stay fly as a crane, high as Mariah could sing

And I like my dollars the same

So you know I’ma grind to the grave

Go axe if I slide, if I bang

Bet my city won’t lie on my name

Even though they know how I behave

They don’t know we got bodies for days

Rahhh!

Pray For The Devil right on schedule they can’t get me off his heels

Rap God bitch and yes I get paid for the flow no water bill

My shit been ill as coughing, still I’m on the road not off a pill

Don’t even start I’ll squeeze and spark Steven Seagal I’m hard to kill

I’m known to blow you all to chill get turned to fire Marshall Bill

Then you’ll know what I talk was real, and how inside a coffin feel

And niggas know how I’m shooting, you don’t want smoke like I’m Reggie

Let’s keep it G, you don’t want beef, you don’t want me like a deli

I hope you ready when I slide up on your ass like a wedgie

Come out the cut no machete, this bitch gon' blow like it’s Becky

I’m godly with the bars, like the lord was my celly

I’m 'bout my cake Little Debbie, these rappers know they ain’t ready

They just my sons and right now I’m babying 'em like a belly

They say Montana got this bitch on lock but I ain’t R. Kelly

Im cooler than Uncle Jessie, known to snap Fonzarelli

You see the drip like I’m sweaty, you wanna jacket no Pelle

I made it happen with music, pour some strings like a cello

If you want war then I’m gon' draw like Triple G and Canelo

I’m bringing heat like a kettle, yo ass is grass like a metal

You know my metal to put niggas in the dirt like a shovel

I’ll take you there like a shuttle, and take your soul like a pedal

Came out the hood not the ghetto and he thought he seen the Devil

I shot him in both of his thighs and the knee like Carmelo

I had him shaking like Jell-o then took his top off, LaMelo

Squa!