Verse 1 Typ iLL Im counter effective with my weapon on safety I switch the selection to fire Renegade for higher I blaze thee Keep the remote close Flip the channel when I wanna flip it From a young buck fast forward to a grown folk Ducking Narcs up in my younger days Ds pulling up in hummer trucks 24 inch gold spokes Back of the CVS alleyway My Memory flash flash bang in my enemys path as they retaliate My peoples will lock and load pop it till I unload Switch up this magazine not a comic book episode But Im flipping pages as quick as Im pumping gauges I blow Militant in my body Im diligent when I roll Daz Dillinger Johnny Depp a promise not a threat My feelings is 4 wheeling Im peeling on any set Playa! Where my friends at they not around When I needed that voice of reason shh not a sound So when my people tell me Typ you gotta make it I reply with this record for all my fans who be putting me in their playlist Came with a crew full of young hyped teens A few outcasts and pill heads with young pipe dreams I find it hard to knock it But opposition got no option But the ? is what Im bringing to the table for a profit I wont stop this until Im dead I do this rap shit for war vets and hip hop heads Verse 2 Termanology Theres a war going on outside no man is safe from In your mental its not coincidental I done looked death in the eyes plenty of times When you find yourself stumbling on enemy lines See the flames and the fire reflecting off of your retina Its obvious you sold your soul I raise my weapon up Cause Im trying to take what ever soul you have left Your man try to roll up then he fin to get shot next A leader but Im humble these streets is like a puzzle So you gotta keep your eyes peeled creeping through the jungle My cousin went to jail for packing heat and moving bundles Its easy to judge when you aint see that man struggle Im focused on my goal thats living as long as I can live Sometimes I feel hopeless choke up and think about my kids I swear a must have been a warrior in my past life Same scars on my back swear I been stabbed twice Nightmares every night fighting that good fight Stabbed him a 100 times that was under the moonlight His soul is possessed put a hole in his chest In fact you can leave that mess for the EMS Its all about residuals and what you can leave If you die a broke man you aint do shit for your seed Thank society go head judge me on my sobriety But if you gone tell it tell the story entirely DJ Scratching No Surrender No Retreat Rolling with heat
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