Kave Story

Fought all my demons
Now a couple hoes wanna swallow my semen

Rappers hit my line everyday for a feature
Imma tax you, I was low for a reason

Skipped school, everyday to the river
My dogs had a plan so we followed the mission

We use to look at the mansions
Now we all trynna cop us a mansion

Run it up, couple bands imma stack it up
Sittin' in the cell, I was thinking bout the glow up

My guys never changed, ain't no fakes
Ain't no fake ones, keep a fake far
Cuz the feds gunna break em'

Real ones, stay ten toes
If you snitching on the gang, get bullet holes
Pull up at the funeral, no telling on the gang, whatchu snitching fo?

If you looking for some clout, imma have my goons slide deep, all up in your house

That's lame shit, I ain't all about this fame shit
I really use to be in the streets where it's dangerous

Killers, robbers, scammers, and reapers
Pull up on you with the tints and it's lethal

Better duck for your life bro
Or it go pitch black like a tunnel

When you speak, talk facts
If you really in the game, lemme hear it in the rap

CT, where I'm from it get freezy
Talking on the bros, it can get really breazy

Brook street, all my niggas stay sturdy
Never say word hit a bird if they lurking

Rolling dice with the homies
If you ain't with the gang keep it moving

Real shit, mud brothers in the field shit
From the trap to the block to the stu shit

I coulda died in the streets that I jumped in
They killed my cousin for her phone and I lost it

Too many funerals in general
It hurt my fucking sole, get a pole fuck a burial

Mah calling my phone now
My momma crying her soul out

Pistol to her dome, niggas tuck her shit
Shed a tear and now i'm on that drilling shit

Mob ties, couple niggas with that killing shit
Mah safe, they on' know who they dealing with

I ain't with the cap shit
Put the mic down, turn a clown to a catfish

Cooking niggas up for breakfast
You on' know about the pain I had to deal with