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Evil twin Pt. 2 (feat. Sincere & Rence)
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Ranen Ford
Ranen Ford
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Taemon Fitch
Taemon Fitch
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Terrence Hastings
Terrence Hastings
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This on the gang, we did them dirt for real, And when we slide, we'll leave more stains Up on they shirts like meals No competition, they rely on all them trainers still You know how bangers feel? Well, you need pills to take them down because that pain is real Lock all them doors when we in town, we catching cases still Guns flashing lights when we catch bodies, we still raising bills We steady luring people in, they stacking on the hill That's about a hundred kills I flip a coin and we still on they tail Unky told me not to trust no one, that's why he stay in jail We lining boys, call it that taper smell Steady saying they want smoke, go burn that Paper mail We pop up, then it's on site, twin I'm not being sweet when I bake him and let that pipe in That boy really scary, he logged off when I was typing He hope that the night ends, man, we got him frightening I just bent that bag twice Why she want some Prada? She can't even count my cash right I just heard her holler, I think my man did his task right I can't stand to rob her if I find one, I can't act right Still hopping out with my FN Kicking beats like jocks, we trying to earn our lettermens She trying to solidify her spot, she working down from number ten I think she trying to get me top, wait, slow it down, let's try again Baby, what you think this is, huh I got the trap booming, I don't even need no liquor This beat really crazy, we can't keep it in its temper If you try to play me, I might have to up the nine, and we gon' spin your block, we find your friends since we can't hit ya Scratch that, we gon' find your kin, we'll dump it on your sister Playing with your brain, you tricked out thinking I'm the Riddler Popping out the frame like glasses lens because these hits is way too hard, they might Offend ya Wait, let me slow it down I think that I'm tripping, that boy really not in town He talked it up, we break him down Don't make a sound, little boy, you should move around Really, it's me, the biggest thing to be The biggest they'll ever be, the biggest big Rae, that's me If you wanna play, I got a Wii Well just the controls to make them bleed They B-L-E-E-D Speaking of bleed I do got three K's Like I'm part of the clan or something clan with the K like this M-K, I'll combo your mans or something Well leave nothing, he untraceable, but still erasable most of y'all say y'all dogs, but me, I was Raised a bull and I stayed with the cows so, if they want beef Then we are able to Give you what you want, smoke young teens Like blunts Run up on me, make sure you, um, bring new Guns Cause I always buy me new ones, buy one, get One free Do not play with me, go play with Steve He got some blocks, beefing over social media We'll get you blocked, we'll get you socked We'll get you a knuckle sandwich straight from Sonic There's no such thing as Plutonic Y'all like each other, how ironic While me and my girl watching the movie I just have to push up on it That was out of line, no comment Don't comment on me, you're not that guy They can't comprehend what I'm saying They never passed istation I sense a violation I don't know who I'm saving or erasing I'm just facing different phases like the moon But me personally, I'm up on Mars, no Bruno I'ma wipe you off the planet, uh, Mr. Broom DIY, you might just die if you slide with the crew I'm monkey D. Luff, gum gum, ain't no drama Bullets shoot through the roof Truth or dare, but you cannot pick truth I dare you to tell me things that you won't tell Anyone, shoot Rock, paper, scissors, he got rocked over some paper I'm cut like scissors, I deliver different Flows like I'm the postman, man Do you know what I can do Bruh, how are you surviving off of some canned food Some doggy food, some doggy treat, I might get a bone Not gone lie, we had to hit him up while he was home alone This for all the dogs that carry drakes, and that's ironic, right You wanna fight, no 1v1, bad plumber vibes We blowing pipes, me and the evil twins Some evil kin, they come and run it, right Don't use a keyboard or Twitter talk, cause that is not my type I don't use a pencil for my raps, cause I don't feel it's right I could be wrong, but either way I keep my stick with lead The clip is plenty long, red beam like eraser Make him run some blocks just like the Pacer Promise I won't chase you, money on my mind Need more than just a clip to hold the paper Go to science class and learn how I'ma turn that boy to vapor Like the water cycle, I got plenty drip It came from real pape, it came from real rap With a real meaning, and that's just real facts Might be from the pack, no quarantining I don't just rap, you play around And this will not be an act Knock off his shell, he really cracked 11 killed, that's in his dream Cause in real life, he really lacking That's no cap, I'm rapping everything I say without a hat Cause I don't need it, opposite a young boy Even though the chop is undefeated, not karate But I'll show you the cobras fangs, just like Miyagi Music garbage, when you drop, just follow up and say you sorry I was deep up in them woods like a safari From the bottom, now the horses we gon' have is the Ferraris And my girl, she's super priceless, that's my trophy And I love her, she the one who really know me Balling every 24 like Kobe, not no bronze shirt Y'all got some shells that make the ground hurt Cause we ain't getting hit, I walk word I'm turning a big lick, I got a big pole Big drum, the bullets big moles It got a long nose, extendo Looking to hit more on cento's Knocking out windows, for shhh sure
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