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You know we strapped (Yeah)
Black works, yeah
16 people were shot in just 90 minutes in Brooklyn and Queens overnight
The epidemic of gun violence is felt across America
Every night
Every night
Gang time, where we at?
Aye, Boy Jackson
Bully Boy
227 Whaddup?
It's only us
It's Skits
Skimming off the top
Got me shimming off the wild
Gave it all I got
Shit, say I can't call it
Say call it what you want
**** just don't call the cops
Neighborhood drug dealer, real thug, ****
Clip full of scud missiles
Ask for long kiss, goodnight, mwah
Let it tongue kiss you
They don't really live that life
Been to hell and back
I done did that twice
Plugged, fronted out his last nine
Told him hit my line when he get back right
Down to my last six pills
Wrist lookin' like I signed a big deal
Took my sweet time serving Teresa, but the dope so good, she gon' sit still
With six mile in hell block, all the way to seven mile in Canfield
Reflection beamin' off the windshield
Neck below the windshield
Add me up, kid, worth about three bricks in that fifth nail
Crib in a witch, worth another ten keys in that fifth scale
Blood overseas, he don't trust phone, still got a next tip
So many P's, ****, had to weigh him up on a meth scale
Got some shit so strong, might hit Trey up and tell him text trail
Put the word out, quick to serve, all the whole magazine, XXL, Where we at with?
This country is now enduring murder rates not seen for decades
And in Harlem and in inner cities right across America
This gun violence is now part of our everyday life
It's Skits
I'll tell you exactly where we at with it
In the trenches with the cat pillars
Selling thirties all day probably, but it's fifties too like Zack Miller
One eye, Jack Thriller
Before I ever was a rap ****
I was putting Fetty on a batch, ****
If you don't believe me, just ask, ****
Came up from the ground up
Flooded the Rolly with diamonds
Try to take it from me, then I'm fine
Put a blanket on you like Linus
I know real **** doing real things with a say so like Simon
So my hands cling like Purell, but your nose white like Sinus
What's the sound of the Drake when this shit quake?
Lil Bro did a hit, then he skipped state
I was sitting at the crib trying to flip weight
Mama wasn't trying to hear like a mixtape
I just made another classic, better hit play
Tell the label send a hundred **** hit pay
Put you right back on your feet like a fixed Jace
'Cause a **** still tall like I'm 6'8
Yeah, yeah, Yeah
It get greater later, ask anybody
I'm the same **** since Kenny got him
Puttin' numbers up like Skinny Hottin'
Wednesday morning, you **** garbage
You don't even wanna get me started
Trigger warning, proceed with caution
Sincerely, not just any artist
It's the worst we've ever seen
It's so bad that as we walk out this street
You don't know where a bullet gonna fly
It's a war
Look, right here
Y'all know me
Back blocks where I'm comfy at
With this new pistol when it's 100-pack
Fiends shoot stiff, then they running back
When it's marathon, I ran 100 laps
Still my legs tired
Tried to scramble, got his eggs fried
I want fabric Brooklyn out in bed style
**** stayin' tall, let the lead fly
One of the dead guys, **** worked out
But never stretch pies
You'll get herbed out when we catch lies
Stirred out in that S5 with my burnt out **** and my
Sold pills like the ER
We are the best
Blade under my tongue
Shit is in my jeans
G-Star
We took part
So coming outside is like playing three card
Flip some shit, play the wrong day, and you gon' see God
Finish your breakfast, the club can wait till this key gone
I pass the rocks so well, they say I'm playing street ball
They overheard some toxic **** jumping me well, leapfrogged this switch and hit your body with more shells than a seashore
I play with a click, she'll leave you wetter than a street horn
Pop bitches with me through the thick and thin
I'll never divorce this pistol, ****
Yeah
You know these **** skink crawl when they see us coming?
Ha-ha
So what we gonna do about this war?
How we gonna stop this war?
That's the question
Written by: James Thomas
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