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Bars On Bars (Ft. LatreAfiah)
- Keep ya heads up, get ya tails snatched if y’all wait for the murder. Keep the lead tucked, Get wet up, so Know who you about to/two face in this quarter,
- Keep sense/cents on him, cashed in, now we bait ‘em like burglars. Get ya’ coin slot, point dropped on ‘em like we waiting for mergers.
- This shit is bars on bars...
- There’s tiers to the shit, so when my bars leave you cold that’s a scary route.
- This is what an A see (AC), I’m just letting niggas know that imma air you out.
- Tire skrt, we pull up the fire work, all you gon’ hear is a pop then a boom, you ain’t see us Cus we work in disguise.
- So when the choppa fire, work around you niggas with a BOOM, all you seein’ is colors in the dark like the 4th of July.
- Life gone in a flash, this the part where I say i bury Allen’s. If you think that’s a scary
- Fallace, see (fallacy) what we doin’, the steam got ‘em moving like a speedster.
- How the streets were? Deceased sir, so rake ur money in before it falls on the season.
- Betrayal deep, pray with me before y’all got the treason.
- Keeping tempo we jump niggas, just to see what the beats were, how many beats per?//
- Cus this .80 keepin’ tempo, gon make a song when the heat burst.
- This a mean verse, you get a light shell to your femur, a basket, or should I say casket for dealer.//
- Make the shells pretty, if you try and deal with me, crack ‘em yolks with no heater.
- So eager, y’all ain’t keep up with the scheme, so get this basket of shells to ya’ whole family like it’s on Easter.
- Niggas gone soft, don’t get this.... so this blick’ll lock jaws, that’s tetanus.
- Who meant shit? it’s a CLEEAN UUUUUUP; everyone getting numbers in a row
- Aisle/I’ll take this mop and wet shit, think a store front, guess I’m doing numbers on ‘em folk.//
- Kawhi Leonard, Cus as soon as I raise this .2, The shot redemption
- Whole squad clippers, You will impede/Embiid kid, start crying. Choppa like cancer, give you a buzzed top/bust top and shots until you start dying.
- That means you lost here/hair, so if you’re balling (bald and) keep a wig on, start trying.
- So we celibate/ sell a bit, and stay good but they still jail us/jealous
- This whole verse a cold case of murder, but they ain’t tell us.
- Think hotel (ho’ tell), Cus if bro tell, we all in one room getting fucked.
- Interrogation, If We all sell/cell, then the whole crew getting stuffed.
- But this the game of life, nigga who gives a fuck? It’s Bars on bars....
- (LatreAfiah‘’s verse)
- The Vert is hurt they heard him say, my birth converts the murder rate,
- Unsure of those deserving, weight to verdicts that endured a race
- Erase the words we heard em say, surveillance burned to further claims
- Inertia to our Kurt Cobain, the dirt can birth unheard of saints
- The turret's raised when raids alert, we're left deserted, burnt, misplaced
- The worth determined certain weight attorneys couldn't serve with pay
- With pain upon my page of words, i'd work just so my curtains lay
- To decorate, i'd be there first, adjourned to say Elites could curse my vertebrae
- Depleted, work to cover pay, repeat, receive an urge and crave
- Your needs, like what the burglar say, "don't need to preach, confirm your place, these people's rights and wrongs will break eventually,
- So perpetrate, or be the weak, return to saving 3s and 3s for lunch these days
- Perhaps there is a better me, a better man the Lord approved, the pilgrim and his fortitude, the power they accord,
- The world a prophet's born into, the quarter piece, the cultural, the counterfeit, the consciousness, the pearly gates with thorns
- Dead presidents cause killings on the hour, paramedics looking for the young transcendent at the venue 'long the pork
- Ride the wave, beyond the states, it's all portrayed beside the shore, but every shore that will await got dinner plates that isn't yours
- What isn't yours can give a chase, children read the page as choir, we acquire what's desired till the finest liquor's poured
- Watch the green field and horizon change in seconds as the fire and debris is realigning, will you see us as the source?
- And still so many aunties leave us, bloodline cut like lines of Jesus, no more fighting for your freedom when there's treason in the force
- Her son won't let those dollars breathe, the tighest grip to purchase 'tiva, momma leans by the Altima, sees a new man off the porch
- Did he mature? Or redecor the block with yellow tape and more
- The world was his, the corridors was swarmed with threats and foreign source
- Cause when police up by the door there is no telling if euphoria will last until the war is either won or skin is worn
- By fathers, sons, and matadors, red flag up front, with no remorse
- Talent doesn't base off morals and i've seen that shit before
- All eyes on you, the youth controlled by golden tooth and food they stole, the stove, your shoes, devote your own to owning juice, it's monochrome
- They did to Biggie, to Shakur, they did Jimi, Jah Onfroy, and show the city through a tour, the words they said, 'The World is Yours'
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