Tom: C major
Verse 1
Abm
This is a fraction of my friction,
my friction is a fact
Fury, misery, hostility, and impact I'm scared to bear arms,
cause with a gun by
my side
Somebody gon' die
Defective when disrespected
Mixed message, misdirected
But just tested, I'm not good with my
English
What I mean is, I'm a cat burglar
My interpreter is an axe murderer,
this is certified beef
You fertilize briefs,
first hide and seek
Reloading shells for show and tell
Kick off to
X off
My finger fend the floss
Fondling in the rocks is ticklish
And payback's too ridiculous to kick it with
I ain't just anxious
Never claimed a gang
But we can keep it gangsta
Black
Forest
Crew
Nappy head ho
Go down with us, we got stress bags
Go down with us, bougie ass niggas
Go down with us, bougie ass broads
Go down with us,
BLX crew
Go down with us,
funny looking chickens
Go down with us, we got stress bags
Go down with us
Potential influential monk
when drunken
Stumbling to your function wondering
How you can attempt to be a pimp to me
When your energy's finicky
Fidgety with the wrong tech
Off a white mouth, long neck, on deck
Palm sweat from the bomb threat, my motive
is explosive
Load it, hold it, and expose
it on who's closest
All I see is grey matter when
DNA splatters out at gay rappers
They panic and lay backwards to
get out the way faster
Lingerettes forget to check
When they see the silhouette
of a triple threat
Creepin' in,
throw your hands in the air
Keepin' there, we break nails over hate mail
6 and 8 bills,
stay still or get a paper mache grill
Black
Forest
Crew is down with us
Nappy head hoes is down with us
We got stress bags is down with us
Bougie ass niggas is down with us
Bougie ass broads is down with us
BLX crew is down with us
Funny looking chickens is down with us
We got stress bags is down with us
There's a rifle in my bible,
arch rival with a firearm
Artillery sparking, arsons triggering,
silent alarms
The human aftershock,
shaking shatter half the block
Grandparents stand staring,
I ain't trying to scrap
You knuckle up, I'll fuck you up,
you come back with a strap
Yo, no matter where you're from,
if you come
With a bigger gun, nigga, run
Black
Forrest
Gump, duck high jump
When the punk with a pump,
try to leave your backbone slump
Tripping off nonsense, got two
Glocks and a shoebox
From top of my
Tupac, all eyes on me,
CD in the closet
Different victims tippin'
cautious when we off this
If and when we've lost it,
you'll be slippin' in the darkness
Darkness, darkness
Black
Forest
Crew
Go down with us
Nappy head ho
Go down with us
We got stress bags
Go down with us
Bougie ass niggas
Go down with us
Bougie ass bruns
Go down with us
BLX
Crew
Go down with us
Farted lickin' chickens
Go down with us
We got stress bags
I'll
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