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Back to the Bars, Pt. 2
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DJ Kay Slay
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Ayy, yo It's DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King The Living Legend, representin' for the culture The culture is a way of life Sheek Louch, set it off D-Block Ayy, yo, peace, Lord, how y'all been? It's been a since we talked so I figure let me grab my pen Basic shit, drinkin' liquor, talkin' shit at the games (Facts) Couple niggas doin' good but the rest is the same Still fly, heart emojis and a bunch of flames (Donnie) I got a shit load of money but I barely do chains Nice watch, workin' hard, like to sleep on the planes (Uh huh) When I land, light up and get greeted with brains Ha, Donnie, the Lionel Richie of the Commodores (Sheek) For twenty years I been hotter than Bahama floors O.G., so I was probably in your mama drawers (Ha ha) Been gettin' money since Ruff Ryder Cash Money tours (Woo) Dead, and I still let that cannon off Whole clip, I don't plan on goin' back and forth Google me, nigga, ain't nothin' 'bout me been soft Sincerely, Yours, hope this letter make it up North (Sheek) Swervin' through traffic on the Saw Mill Headed to Yonkers Styles P, let's go I ain't have a trap but I had a crack spot I was movin' black tops playin' black cop Seen a top on a lap before a laptop Over bloody money, niggas let the gat pop If you on the frontline, never back block Then you better have a gat or be a sasquatch We was have-nots, now we have knots Smokin' weed in the hatchback with a glass top I still pay homage to all the Reaganomics Flashbacks await, the H'll make 'em vomit Pushin' the whip color like SuperSonics Smokin' a Gary Payton while I'm playin' Delfonics Even when I'm lyin', bitch, I'm bein' honest I ain't with the drama but I'm with the honor You should know that I got the llama I'm burnin' money and I'm burnin' scama Cruisin' across the Brooklyn Bridge Shouts to Marcy's own Sauce Money Let's go If it's money on the table, I'll assault y'all kitchen (Uh) The niggas with bright ideas, I'll off y'all switchin' (Uh huh) Tryna block moves from gettin' Sauce more chicken Underhanded niggas like they Softball pitchin' (Woo) You got a job for haters, you better hire 'em swiftly (Come on) 'Cause once we locate 'em, then we expire 'em quickly I'm the one [?] Without a gunshot at Curtis This is how it sounds when you fire at 50 (Woo) I open-palm haters and suckas get backhands (Yeah) I pick off emcees to pick on rap fans You find your stomach shrinkin', let me help you with your thinkin' Sometimes my punchlines turn into lap bands (Talk to 'em) Niggas worse than hoes, fuck what he tell she (Fuck 'em) Sucka for love, niggas want T-L-C You could keep dreamin' but I'ma keep leanin' And keep heat steamy while screamin', "Free LG" Pushin' up that West Side Highway to Harlem Nino Man, Twelveth Street Let's go Yo, they say I'm the chosen one like Neo Nah, bitch, I'm Nino Trapped out the Rio, crack rocks of kilos Niggas send shots and miss, they better reload 'Cause when I send shots it's [?], they gotta relocate Wait, I move like I'm runnin' late No time for nobody, I'm sorry, I want the cake I mean, I'm not even really sorry, I'm bein' fake I mean, how could you ever be sorry for bein' great? I mean, they be knowin' I could slide in they main dame when the baby showin' Can't even stay in they own lane and they be bowlin' Don't ever loan 'em a damn thing 'cause they be owin' That's why they lady hoe'in' I can't believe all this hate I see I got the juice over here, you gotta drink Hi-C I'm with your boo gettin' head like a state I.D Look, I could never be fake, I'm me Nino Man You know how that bike life go down One wheel up in the sky up Lenox Ave Vado, let's go Yo, unleash your fingers with pressed keys Chains on galore before it was just [?] Be in Hell's Kitchen cookin' up like the [?] Off-white shirts lookin' like they 3X tees Yeah, we now orderin' less weed Fiends movin' fast on the water like jet skis I'm the type to eat with you, call for the check, please 'Fore you send your soldier in, make sure you check these Bitches gettin' kicked to curb in they best Birken Move to any county in Jers' except Bergen Pull up in that Maybach pearl with the red curtains Ask niggas they networkin' or neck workin' Tryna cop numbers, I'm hopin' they networkin' Bus comin' in every day, the connect workin' Huh, understand the mindstate Now you could understand the crime rate Doin' 90 down the turnpike to Philly RJ Payne, represent, bruh Payne Tre Eight snub clean the buildin' Clip full of slugs, they think it's Serena Williams Shit is like a drug, been tryna repeat the feelin' Termites in a barrel, these bullets'll eat your ceilin', Payne Every rhyme is stellar, different kind of fella Dillinger with the six-pack, the Teyana Taylor Medusa face on my Vercasi, word to Donatella My chicken got these niggas sick, shit is salmonella When you this damn special, they can't catch you I fight and I shoot, Van Damme and Van Exel Out the park shit, grand slam, it's ancestral Dead a man, them rubber bands, these hands stretch you Fuck who nice, nigga, who play greater? Slay said he need a verse, it came two days later I let these sucka niggas prove they haters Diss me on Monday ain't read about you in the Tuesday paper Payne Fresh off a flight front Flint, Michigan Jon Connor, close it out Let me just set the record straight My résumé is the best to date, nigga, let's debate Michigan, I'm from where the water is lead infested state Where niggas rather be dead than safe Starve and dyin' over bread and cake Judge know he gon' send you to the feds before the lawyer even pled the case Adrenaline buildin' Connor back killin' these niggas with Slay And I know you was missin' that feelin' They like, "He got a deal and went missin'" No, he got a deal and they tried to convince him I needed permission to finish the vision that Allah intended You got it, I get it And I will admit it, that Connor just probably ain't meant for the system Peep my position Disappeared and came back like a fuckin' magician Mad with a swag like, "You fuckin' my bitches?" You thought with the toughest intentions, predicted to tuckin' your dick in when shit get in sync Them be the niggas I hate and be talkin' the loudest See, most of these niggas is cowards Keep runnin' your mouth and they [?] be catchin' some flowers Warnin', I just took a bottled water shower this mornin' Flint shit, the reason behind all the passion when I'm recordin' Pissed off, so I'ma let your bitch fuck me 'til my dick soft Porn shit, long-ass tube socks and won't even take my kicks off If you ask me, the universe gave y'all four years to try to pass me And now that we back on-course, I'm fuckin' y'all over with no remorse A boss, I own my own shit Now I ain't gotta postpone shit Revolution on my mind like the black fist on the comb pick It's finna get ugly This time they not takin' it from me, this ain't for the money This time, I'm fuckin' they bitch while I'm doin' the Dougie This the preview of the shit I got comin' Gone
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