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Jordan K Parker
Jordan K Parker
Rap
Tytus J Matthews
Tytus J Matthews
Trommelmaschine
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Jordan K Parker
Jordan K Parker
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Tytus J Matthews
Tytus J Matthews
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Tytus J Matthews
Tytus J Matthews
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Lyrics

Straight out the dro smoke
Emerges a fucking maniac
Wasn't shit in school
But in the hood they call me brainiac
I see it and I want it so I'm taking that
Cuz most this suckers out here stunting
Don't deserve it with they caking ass
I done put in time and work
Hustle, did a little dirt
Got done on the streets and took my 9-to-5 ass to work
Everyday the same routine
I'm grinding tryna get this cream
There's mother fuckers out to stop you
Block you when you doing things
They out to ruin dreams
It's like a duel scene
Draw your swords, prepare for battle
It's a brutal scene
The hood is crazy, but it's home
North side where we roam
They catch ya getting slick
The clique will crack ya in ya fucking dome
So leave real alone, especially if we blowing strong
That Marley got my mind high, but my patience low
The mother fucking reason my eyes got that hazy glow
They think they crazy, but, they ain't seen crazy tho
Man I don't know, why the fuck they think they phase me for
I ain't scared of shit I put that on my baby bro
Why fear a man, when he bleed just like me?
Execution style, leave him leakin in the streets
I come through stinging, harder than a Queen bee
Cell phone ringing, cuz everybody want them trees
Mr. Hustle Man, I could get you Whatchu need
But keep that on the low unless you tryna feel the fucking beam
Get your neck reamed, squeeze your life out
Bitch I brought the guns, so why you got your knife out?
I don't give a fuck if it's day or it's night out
I'll come from out the dark and knock your mother fucking lights out
I got it over here
Y'all need to find a new route
Don't come through my city uninvited we get excited to pull them tools out
So id advise you, to keep it cool now
Cuz Flint bois stay connected like some unibrows
Dog my unit wow, deep and blowing loud
And all my soldiers pieced up like the third round
I see a bunch of haters and they tryna take my spot
But I got y'all in my scopes and im finna take the shot
Man my circle so small, it's a mother fucking dot
That mean you can't trust nobody, just let em all ROT.
Written by: Jordan K Parker, Tytus J Matthews
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