[Verse 1: Slaine] I been watchin' you all as you ride with dishonesty Y'all been claimin' king, but you die with no dynasty Little look how cats tryin' to hide for a finder's fee Demon on my side, that's my guy, he's remindin' me Every rapper mine, back in time, they're rewindin' me Every backwards mind that I turned is in line with me My mystique is real, I'm the legend in the urban myth Drug addiction all around my corner and I'm servin' You should know this and notice to put it on a notice They'll stab you in the back when the hood is on your shoulders Speakin' to the people so what good is y'all promoters? I analyzed the game and understood it all was bogus So I been watchin' you watchin' me and I'm lookin' back Seen you pushin' smack, countin' dirty money, cookin' crack I used to have cigarette burns in my sofa You listen to my world as it turns in my culture
[Hook: Kali] Ridin' by myself got me feelin' lonely Cruisin' through the city with my tank on me Lookin' for my friends, where the fuck's my homies? The only thing I ask for is loyalty There's way too many snakes in this game for me And murdered is the only thing you get for free I ain't even worried 'bout my lawyer's fees My gun "bang, bang" for that loyalty
[Verse 2: Kali] My profits risin', I'm terrorizin' the game now Yellin' on these records, I'm feelin' higher than Slaine now Military mind state, they try to shoot my plane down I'm incognito with Desert Eagles and trey pounds Life of a gambler, sideline scrambler This ain't no internet porn, we don't fuck with amateurs Baby blue Porsche, bucket seats and I'm flyin', son In the fast lane, drunk as fuck like I'm Ryan Dunn High off of life, take a hit off my success Drivin' by myself, hearin' voices, I'm possessed What the fuck you haters talkin' 'bout? What happened to the loyalty? I'm royalty, these sour milk duds tryin' to spoil me Couple shots of whiskey got me pissy, feelin' dizzy Shouldn't drive, but I'm behind the wheel, flyin' through the city Got Molly in the passenger, Mary Jane in the back My block is hotter than Africa, all my pistols are black
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[Verse 3: Twice Thou] Straight off the block with the shooter report Y'all fuck boys, Twice style, serve soup with a fork When gun talk meet the kiss of death Disrespect runs deep when the legions disconnect Loadin' up the ammo on that Rambo That pop off silent like the "D" in "Django" Navy Seal clone, prepare for the unknown Livin' on the razor's edge, 'till the gun blow Y'all done fucked with some suicide bombers Walkin' through a hail of bullets with body armor Pearl Harbor, the man's a nuisance And he just came home early * * * You know what they say, every dog has his day The ass write a check, the mouth gotta pay It ain't a crime wave, it's enemy occupation Step 'cross enemy lines, termination, that's loyalty
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