Body Bag

Oh it's winter time nigga Hippies
You know what that mean baby
The bubble vesses
Wit your arms inside of the coat wit your sleeves hangin out while you carryin the pump
Bust out and buck on a nigga run down on'em
Yeah
That's a Body Bag
Cipher

I used to smile at people give daps and keep it real
What the fuck for
They don't feel the same way I feel
I was wastin time askin'em what's good and what's the deal
Fuck politickin politicians be the first to squeal
Steal every last crumb and still ask you for half your meal
They gon be mad
Yeah I bet my ass and a half a mill
If we was playin for high stakes they'd get me killed
Even tho we go back
Down like a cadillac wit no wheels
Fuck my image I don't give a damn what the people see
As long as they understand I carry heat legally
And don't reach for every altercation or grievance see
I could be civilized treat you wit human decency
The minute my kindness taken for weakness it's a mistake
The last one you'll ever make
This goes for everybody lie to me I spot a fake
Not today they sleepin on me but I'm wide awake

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I used to be a quiet polite alone at night nigga
Now I'm like a try it I'll fight you and start a riot nigga
You be talkin all this hood shit
But I don't buy it nigga
Yo ass got called out online
You gon deny it nigga
The shit your smokin I know the guy that supply it nigga
I'll have him add a dab of ricin in your diet nigga
Fuck wit me
I accept the negative wit the pos
I can use the publicity
Either way it ain't no loss
I can give you props and show you love
Cuz your down for the cause
Or make it so the medics didn't bring enough gauze
For the bleeding
You an me competing
Call it a feeding
And be easy I don't like to disturbed when I'm eating
Your commander seeing my fleet while his is fleeing
Why you leavin
I'm just gettin started now the odds are even
Not believing me disagreeing is leading to a beating
Reading too much into your hype retreating

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Yo
I'm gonna need a lot of plastic wrap masking tape and a basket
What else is it supposed to put this lotion in
You asked
If it sounds like a diss track
You fit the criteria
Bombin on you
Like a sand nigga from Syria
I am Dexter
Serial killers inferior
I get furious
When I don't even gotta try scarin ya
Rhymin like I came up in the Tri-State area
South America born to Chitown's barriers
Now I'm Florida native a warrior narrator
Fly as an aviator
I'm busy so hate me later
Pray for atheists
Slayin these demons a caped crusader
Who stays chasin his paper
I'm makin it to the majors
Stay out my way if you ain't playin this game to win
Down to the bitter end
I'm like Cane commitin sin
Cuz Abel wasn't a saint or angel rockin a halo
I'm sayin put your cards on the table
Or

I'm gonna need a Body Bag
I'm gonna need a Body Bag
I'm gonna need a Body Bag
I'm gonna need a Body Bag