D.E.T.E.T

I'm not a wreckless guy
I rep westside
I set the battle ta set the bars
And ta rectify
That I will wreck and fry
Any of you niggas thinking that You can get this high
Ta the throne of Jah
You can get sent to brraah
Make you fuck niggas poster Child's
Momento
Posting shots fired in ya Mental
No mistakes
Direct hits
So you know I meant those
You ain't getting out can't Notify ya kin folks
You gotta stand there and take This chump
They sent a soldier huh
So I guess I'll have call his bluff
Plus you ain't even rough enuff Who is ya next batter bruh
So I can bag em up
Toe tag em tuck



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Writer(s): Keithen Montgomery
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