New Game, New Flow
• Written by RANGA
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Flyin’ through the city, all-black in the rain
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
There he go, just what the doc's been lookin for
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore
That's why you'll find him on the floor
shot the motherfucker up with my m4
but this aint no C.O.D its modern warfare
Those flashing lights come from everywhere
I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there
Where my soldiers at? Put your pistols in the air
Runnin' this bitch like I do not care
Cause you slum dawg and I'm the millionaire
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
thats why these haters tryna take shots at the crown
22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down
Opps screamin allin' all cars, there's another man down
Ridin' through my city car black can't see out
And I'm amazed you clown niggas is still around
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Now that's six cops found on the ground
I heard ya lost do you know your way around
Ammunition in graceShh, move without a sound
i got my homies switchin sides
Just to make it in this broadway lights
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
I'm standing on the field full of land mines
I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Before I lay down, I thank God for the blessings
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
i think to myself
should i end this shit myself
The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf
man i may as well kill myself
(gunshot)
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RANGA
Member since December 9 2020