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Family Bvsiness brought it back, Laker jerseys, dodger hats
Gangsta sh*t with conscious raps - n***as woke but got the strap
We so sick, we so sick, that's G-Code sh*t, flip these hits like kilo bricks
Kilo bricks that's Rico sh*t, please don't trip
Family Bvsiness brought it back, Laker jerseys, dodger hats
Gangsta sh*t with conscious raps - n***as woke but got the strap

It's easy to rap like this all of the time, I can freestyle this off top of the mind
But I'll take your style and, I'll break it, I'll break it, I'll break it down when I cross it with mine
Now it's flawless and raw when it's lawless as crime
A tick-tickin' time bomb when I mix it with my rhymes
Caution, now I gotta toss in a line, like burning crosses, I'm lit, crossing the line

Said the Earth is flat and haters all want beef, but I'm leading the blind like service dogs homie
I'm a messenger exposin' what y'all don't see, I can be your cell phone - you can call on me
It's K-E-double N-with-eye, Mister every day he comin' in, stumblin', fumblin', once again, drunk and then hed-igh
We strong as a hundred men, no led-ie

I never believe a n***a is better than me or my little brothers
You get ready to meet a fast death
Catchin' a seizure, yep, you will breath ya last breath
Steppin' to me and I bet that you'll be on your last legs
Speakin' of steppin' don't step on my sneakers, the Air Max cheetah
Leopard and zebra, everywhere I roam, I'ma shoot my shot
B*t*h you messin' with Caesar, mixed with Trevor Ariza
I put fear in your heart, Charles Manson sh*t, give a n***a goosebumps, that's Travis sh*t
I hit a mothaf**ka twenty one times or I might put the knife to your face, that's savage sh*t
Y'all website actin' like it's alright, it's all on site, we can get off sight
My n***as got nothin' to prove, we paid double the dues
We paid the cost twice for this boss life

Yeah, a'ight, talk that talk Dice, I'm a rebel, I'm not into sh*t that y'all like
I'm not really into fashion, but, tell Virgil to make me custom off-white that reads "F**k the Alt-right"
I can't wait to get my hands on one of these celebrity rappers, man that's how I reach for the stars
I'm elite with the bars, I'm like Crooked on the Southpaw soundtrack - muh'f**kin' beast with the bars

We takin' this beat from 6ix9ine and Minaj, we kill any beat, we the hardest with rhymes
I promise to God, I keep tellin' motherf**kers we the best and that's word to our side
I kill 'em with the slow swag, then again I might just kill 'em when I go fast
I'm really a lyrical killer with the sh*t that I be scribblin' on notepads, givin' n***as toetags
Know that, I'm a lyrical genius, n***as studyin' my rhymes, but y'all ain't f**kin' with my rhymes
I'd be willin' to bet you couldn't beat me in a battle like I went to Safarees doctor, I put money on the line
Uh, I can make sure your clique is dead, but I'd rather hit your b*t*h instead
And you ain't even gotta be trippin' man, but foes, she take this d**k
I'll make sure to put your kids to bed

Ayo, it's Family Bvsiness, family grinches, cancellin' Christmas, bad Santa
Cause I'm wrappin' your gift with Anthrax on your packages
Then I'm handin' it to a Klansman's family, they on my calamity hitlist
Imagine me travelin' back to the past and I'm rammin' this d**k in your granny's anatomy
That'd be sick sh*t, then I come in your granny
That's how I'm sonnin' your daddy, that's how I'm grandsonnin' you
That's how I gotta get vengeance
Hol' up, I put you in a bloodbath, that's deadpool, like weapon eleven
I step in your session, I'm carryin' weapons, you finna be dead in a second
I hit you with an iron fist, you finna be catchin' these Tekken's
Hol' up, now I'm finna bang two freaks, ain't a n***a clean though?
Dang, you sleep, I be cuttin' dames like a swordfight
But it's like you playin' Fortnite, your game too weak
You should follow me honestly if you tryin' see just how to be a
Cold killer, I sell dope, I'm a dope dealer, sellin' these lines of coke
Don't overdose on my quotes n***a, let these b*t*hes know I'm a throat filler
In this ghetto, bout' some hundred spokes on a fo' wheeler
My bro's bustin' was f**kin' contagious, now I'm so sick and disgustin'
It's f**kin' amazin', been surrounded by bars like I was stuck in some cages
I'ma f**k up the game, there is no one that can save it
Pennin' and winnin' from the beginnin' to end and look how they women is grinnin'
Soon as I finish a sentence, they know my d**k is tremendous, they wanna enter it
And I'm wild with both under covers like government agents
They don't know how destructive my rage is, f**k with my gang and I'ma come where your stayin'
And pummel your face into this street until you're stuck in the pavement
Then I'ma run in your place, punch your son in the face and
Tie your mother and your f**kin' lover up in the basement and then I'm takin'
All your sh*t in duffels and cases, then put my d**k in your chicken's appendix
I be all in them walls like I'm runnin' through mazes

Y'all ain't lovin' this real hip hop these days, y'all followers like a high speed chase
You should close yo' ears, cause most don't hear, I think most deaf, like Yasiin Bey
I'm way too different, I'm raised by the n***a you love to hate, n***a you can blame Cube's lyrics
A dangerous ape escaped from captivity, no zoo can make a cage to fit him
Eliminatin' many with my lyrical ability, I dont' have to be tre deuce grippin'
Hit a motherf**ker with a hundred blows, leave 'em runnin' home, bloody-nosed
When he came through the door he came through drippin'
I batter you, like I'm tryna make tempura, say you wanna face me? Sure
When there's beef, I'ma pull up on a n***a while I'm leanin' out the window of the whip
Remininscent of Ace Ventura
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm, too many b*t*h n***as schemin' thinkin' of bringin' me harm
They dreamin' of bein' been on, the lyrical scheme that we on
Whenever they speakin', we on, we goin'a sleep so be gone
Cold as freezin' freon, none been the same, you n***as lookin' for smoke
We the muffler gang, I stab your neck with a pencil, then I'ma dip the tip of it
In the blood drippin' out of your jugular vein
And use it to write your eulogy, I'm f**kin' insane, nuts in the brain, sh*ts off
I been rappin' p*ssed off, doin' it since Kris Kross jumped in the game
Like a sex operation, nuttin' has changed!

Family Bvsiness brought it back, Laker jerseys, dodger hats
Gangsta sh*t with conscious rap - n***as woke but got the strap
We so sick, we so sick, that's G-Code sh*t, flip these hits like kilo bricks
Kilo bricks that's Rico sh*t, please don't trip
Family Bvsiness brought it back, Laker jerseys, dodger hats
Gangsta sh*t with conscious rap - n***as woke but got the strap

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