Rare Ones

Niggas speakin' on my name and I been gon' for a min
Touchdown and cause hell wit that 30 round extended
Hit yo block wit this chop knockin' shit off the hedges
And y'all poppin' like y'all hot, boy stop y'all been bitches
Fuck harbor rd, fuck kirkwood this ain't no sneak dissin'
Fuck wit them better duck wit them when I touchdown I'm trippin' nigga

Ain't no talkin' around these parts
Nigga fuck around and lose a couple parts, fuck around wit these niggas wit no hearts
You ain't gotta like me, all this love I get the hate excitin'
Aye Free A.N.T my nigga kept it silent
This money or bitches boy what you really on?
Ain't got time for these bitches im in a different zone
A different mind state tryna mansion up my mom place
And have my son somewhere he ain't worried bout the crime rate
Damn, niggas really bitches wit they tail tucked
Say they finger fuckn' nina ain't never let a shell bust
I slide through by myself, hit licks by myself
Grimey niggas but ain't never need no fuckin' help
Bitch I been Grimey, before this Grimey click
Long Live my nigga Dutch he was the Grimiest
Same Grimey lil niggas who you find me with
And anybody else its fuck em and that's obvious
Rell remember young niggas first Glock shit
44 Straight to the mainey for that curry stick
Niggas got bold hopped on past 3rd
Bounced on real gangsta whipped out them niggas nerds
Niggas been bitches been suckas since we was lil niggas
Lil niggas we ain't start it but had to deal wit it
You gon' cry or you gon' die bout it nigga choose
Just when you fuck wit us you know the rules And that

Ima rare one all around is them rare ones
Fear God, we don't fear none
Niggas got a lot beef not one from a lot of streets
But they ain't in em like they make it seem
Cause niggas know they been bitches, and that's nothin new
Except these on that block i'm never known' you
It's only one or two niggas that a probably shoot
But even them niggas lookin' spooked
Cause niggas know they been bitches

Drix ain't trippin' this beef shit
I know when its time to go ima leave shit
30 Dick on the Glock mama I need this
Back cuts wit his bitch on some creep shit
Ima outta line no lie man I'm out my mind
Killed my closet nigga man this the second time
Baby mama like, how much do a gun cost?
She rather see me in a cell then somewhere knocked off
Ima Mobb boss, that's a lot of pressure
Tryna squeeze these bad bitches somewhere in my schedule
Stick him for the bezel, it's a lick nigga
Cryin' on that bitch phone, been a bitch nigga
I done been through yo shit be real nigga
Said you gon' kill me? then why I ain't killed nigga
We was slidin' way before drills nigga
They takin' Tac to trial no deals nigga
See shit gettin' mainey my way
Bring my thang incase they wanna try me today
Dropped a band on my fit she tryna buy me today
Big bad wolf watch me blow em away
Free my nigga ANT I just sent $100,
Slide through on them suckas finna send em 100
Ima around I ain't runnin', she gettin' out if she ain't fuckin'
Fuckin' both hoes swear to God they real cousins
Respect God don't fear nothin' head shot he heard nothin'
Church in the car wit his bitch Drix bussin'
Terrible thang but its a terrible game
Know everywhere ain't gotta tell em my name

Ima rare one all around is them rare ones
Fear God, we don't fear none
Niggas got a lot beef not one from a lot of streets
But they ain't in em like they make it seem
Cause niggas know they been bitches, and that's nothin new
Except these on that block i'm never known' you
It's only one or two niggas that a probably shoot
But even them niggas lookin' spooked
Cause niggas know they been bitches



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Writer(s): Chris Coats
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