GWL: Purging

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We run in this bitch like this shit the Olympics
Beat his ass so bad, had to pull up at the clinics
Smoked them bitch ass niggas if they been saying hear me out
All of my inner demons release, bitch you better shut yo mouth
Nigga I get bread, ain't no money I ain't earning
Pull up to the scene, got them niggas squirming
Hide in the backgrounds, like a curse I've been lurking
Cause we up in this bitch, and you know that we purging
Nigga be grateful, act like this shit is thanksgiving
I be doing this shit for a living
Ain't never heard of no peace, that's why I get to the killing
Niggas really out here saying they the realest
My presence is contagious, I can sense em nigga feelings
Them niggas be mad by the lines that I've been spitting
I'ma hawk in these streets, nigga you just a mouse
If caught tripping, we send yo ass to the jailhouse
Hunt you down, just like I'm Casper
Can't outrun me, I run you like a raptor
If you ain't gon do it, then bitch you the enemy
So try and preach it, this shit ain't a spelling b
All these diamonds on me, got me feeling like Queen Sheba
Got me running so fast, we ona the dash like a cheetah
If you put me in the paint, you know I put in that work
Duffel bag on my back, pull up in that traffic, you know we go skirt
Try and give me heat, you know I can take it
Really thought them niggas would be happy I made it
Background full of sins, all of your bros is deceased
Think you are slick until you get shot
Come from the streets, you get jumped by my flock
Packing em slugs, give niggas a migraine
Real niggas mourning, their pain is my gain
These niggas crazy, why they up in my business
Can't believe your boys put you out here like a misfit
Got your heart racing, catching a body like a boomerang
Using a twelve gauge, take a pic, posting that shit all on Instagram
Fucking with G's, niggas don't stand a change against my arsenal
Fuck out my face, stepping outside if you ain't held responsible
Think I be running from the feds nigga I'm just trying to relax
All of my brodies out here asking why I'm spitting all these facts
Got all these bitches on my dick, all these hoes up in my shit
acting all tuff, giving your speech, this ain't a skit
Bitch, I'm having a feast
Yo boy, yeah he cooking, best believe you take a seat
Knew his ass was dirty, that's why we put em to sleep
 
I'm start my reign with a bang, ain't finna be biblical
Just the truth of me, otherwise I feel like a criminal
Bout to go platinum, broadcasting this shit on TV

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