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There ain't no Wakanda, Just snakes and anacondas*

We need to start doing these pigs, like piranhas*

Little girl in chicago got hit, with the llama*

Them niggas doubled back, then hit her momma*

But that's the same place they said, made obama*

That nigga ain't do shit, but kill Osama*

My niggas been killing each other, all summer*

We praying for the rain, so tired of hearing thunder*

Is them the chemtrails in the air?, my mind wonders*

Thinking about my kind, and all the times suffered*

Makes me wanna reconnect, with my older brother*

Like damn bra we should really be close to each other*

Remember all we ate was wheat bread and butter?*

Who would think that, we'd turn out to be hustlers*

Remember we used to be fighting over the covers?*

Remember you had the bitch, and i said i had fuck her*

I just couldn't let you go out like a buster*

I did alot for you nigga even shared my customers*

Had to cut you off when mom said you cussed at her*

It sliced me deep yeah them cuts hurt

And what's worst is im the one who will hold you down first*

I was molded from clay you was eroding like dirt

Back to the battle im bought to start the hearse

Somebody get his family to start a search

I will make a nigga like you depart the earth

End your ass quick like somebody cut off the verse

When i see opps then the shots get dispersed

Holy water Hollow tips send him back to the church

Im in the back attacking the clerk

Fuck the clergy im taking the whole purse

Don't worry your gonna get it but

Let me smoke a bowl first backdraft burst like stars