Ryze: Revenge on my ex-man, who betrayed my trust My venom's pumping, cause this an adrenaline rush He violated immediate fam in despicable lust Now he's giving me a reason for my heat to bust I bet you think I think clearly in the morning Get the fuck off my conscience! This cat will never see the dawning A new day, The last thing on his my mind was a hot shell Through the barrel of my AK Anni: Yo hold up Ryze, I'm hearing all that bile you're speaking But let's sit and talk a little ‘bout that violence you preaching Ryze: Fuck that, feel the burner hear my tire's screeching Step away you're in path for the drawer, I'm reaching Anni: Reaching? What you a gangsta now, How do you figure? You might own a Eagle, but I know you never squeezed the trigger Ryze: Please nigga, what the fuck you think you know about my threshold? There's only so much hurt and pain my mind and flesh hold Anni: Yeah, I feel you. But right now you're just a little upset You don't wanna go out there and do something you're sure to regret Ryze: That's a bet? Watch me make this brother take the big snooze Check the pulse around twelve and I ain't talking ‘bout the news Anni: Come on man! Ryze: Get out my way Anni: Naw you ain't getting to this drawer Let me tell you a thing or two before you jet off to war
Chorus If ya, live the life, you can talk the talk Most of y'all can only dream to walk the walk When you rap about gun play, you glamorize the tragedy Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy Get it out your head ‘cause it's all just a fantasy It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy
Anni: I know you're kind of hot but try to listen to words So simmer down cowboy before you trip on your spurs Each year ten thousand people die from gun related violence That's ten thousand funerals and twenty thousand parents crying So watch how you portray it, this shit ain't entertainment This is blood guts and bits of skull and brain on the pavement I know that Tupac rhymes make it sound hot to pop nines But you feel so damn live when you get shot five times I know what you're thinking. Ryze: Now you sounding like an After School Special I ain't your student brethren. Stop teaching foolish lessons Anni: I'm saying, take a second to think before playing with heat That's the reason Skitzo put a delay in the beat
Chorus If ya, live the life, you can talk the talk Most of y'all can only dream to walk the walk When you rap about gun play, you glamorize the tragedy Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy Get it out your head ‘cause it's all just a fantasy It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy
Ryze: Kid crossed the line now he signed his death warrant Anni: And just when I was getting through to you, guess I wasted breath for it Ryze: I'm about to read him last rites becuase he be seeing his last nights Anni: Okay but before you take this man's life make sure you blast right You think it's that simple to bust a round at a temple? It ain't so easy gripping pistols when your fingertips tremble So non chalant about popping cats, you hopping mad, but drop the act The only time you're wetting shirts is at the laundry mat Ryze: Fuck you. Anni: No fuck you, you make it seem like blasting's a requirement You ain't in the struggle, this is a middle class environment And fuck you for undermining those dying, you pose trying To show violence but guess what your flow's lying Ryze: Get the fuck out of my way Anni, gimme the Eeze Anni: What the fuck Ryze! Ow, yo! You're ripping my sleeve Ryze: Anni let go of this gun Anni: Naw you let go son Ryze: get the fuck out of my way cause I'm gettin' this job done
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