67 Counties
(Damn FlemDawg)
Yeah
(Aw man it's the Kronic, don't even worry 'bout it)
Ayy homicide on my mind, I bet that i'm armed and slide
Drawn that line mommas crying, niggas and they partners dying
On the sly slung that fire, keep that shit right on the side
Bonafide and on the rise, I know that i'm qualified
I made moves in all sixty-seven counties of my state
I don't fuck with no flaw shit, a nigga only fly straight
Well rounded, I could eat off dimes and still have nice taste
I don't look for no love let it find me, nigga why wait
Ayy I'm feeling so flee, inside this cashmere sweat'
I just found a old cannon, this was last years tec
Bro'nem bought it street value, with a cashiers check
It got no bodies on it, ain't even blast near it yet
Could see when i'm about to get crossed, they trying to line me
I could smell it if they is flaw, and looking slime me
Changed up 'cause of money, drugs, or pussy don't surprise me
I preach and practice loyalty, but show you that i'm shiesty
I get mad and I see red, I black out, my ears steam
Samael get in my thoughts, but I rebuke what fear bring
I'ma pop that Glock, let off some shots it make my ears ring
But still collected in my thoughts
You with the opps, won't hear a thing
Making empty threats, oh you gon' get ate on our side for that
Ole Fuck around ahh nigga, boy that get you sprayed on sight for that
Stop the car an hop out wit a drac', i'm right on side for that
I'll put in yo grave, pussy you gon' die for that
Yeah I got homicide on my mind, I bet that i'm armed and slide
Drawn that line mommas crying, niggas and they partners dying
On the sly slung that fire, keep that shit right on the side
Bonafide and on the rise, I know that i'm qualified
I made moves in all sixty-seven counties of my state
I don't fuck with no flaw shit, a nigga only fly straight
Well rounded, I could eat off dimes and still have nice taste
I don't look for no love let it find me, nigga why wait
Why the fuck i'm finna wait for someone
That don't even know they own fucking intentions
Young minded shit, these bitches think like if they all eleven
Yeah I told that bitch to go to Hell, you left me all condemned and
Go rebuke all pessimism in yo' life, don't do repenting
'Cause look shawty, all that the devils work (Yeah-yeah)
And off of first hand experience, that'll never work (Nah-nah)
Just pray to heal yo' heart, and heal yo' mental worth (Aw-aw)
Go to sleep if you see demons cry, then know the Devil hurt (Woah)
I dropped some spiritual knowledge on 'em, aw i'm shocking all 'em
They probably thought I only rap about us popping on 'em
They thought I only rap them Glocks with mops up on 'em
Now raise the stock up on 'em
Kilo one them niggas, that it's mo' than meet the eye
I could play the game better, yeah I'm known to treat your mind
I'm damaged been abandoned, one that folk's a leave behind
I'm heartless I spark it, let it blow you'll meet this fye grrr
Homicide on my mind, I bet that i'm armed and slide
Drawn that line mommas crying, niggas and they partners dying
On the sly slung that fire, keep that shit right on the side
Bonafide and on the rise, I know that i'm qualified
I made moves in all sixty-seven counties of my state
I don't fuck with no flaw shit, a nigga only fly straight
Well rounded, I could eat off dimes and still have nice taste
I don't look for no love let it find me, nigga why wait
Yeah
(Aw man it's the Kronic, don't even worry 'bout it)
Ayy homicide on my mind, I bet that i'm armed and slide
Drawn that line mommas crying, niggas and they partners dying
On the sly slung that fire, keep that shit right on the side
Bonafide and on the rise, I know that i'm qualified
I made moves in all sixty-seven counties of my state
I don't fuck with no flaw shit, a nigga only fly straight
Well rounded, I could eat off dimes and still have nice taste
I don't look for no love let it find me, nigga why wait
Ayy I'm feeling so flee, inside this cashmere sweat'
I just found a old cannon, this was last years tec
Bro'nem bought it street value, with a cashiers check
It got no bodies on it, ain't even blast near it yet
Could see when i'm about to get crossed, they trying to line me
I could smell it if they is flaw, and looking slime me
Changed up 'cause of money, drugs, or pussy don't surprise me
I preach and practice loyalty, but show you that i'm shiesty
I get mad and I see red, I black out, my ears steam
Samael get in my thoughts, but I rebuke what fear bring
I'ma pop that Glock, let off some shots it make my ears ring
But still collected in my thoughts
You with the opps, won't hear a thing
Making empty threats, oh you gon' get ate on our side for that
Ole Fuck around ahh nigga, boy that get you sprayed on sight for that
Stop the car an hop out wit a drac', i'm right on side for that
I'll put in yo grave, pussy you gon' die for that
Yeah I got homicide on my mind, I bet that i'm armed and slide
Drawn that line mommas crying, niggas and they partners dying
On the sly slung that fire, keep that shit right on the side
Bonafide and on the rise, I know that i'm qualified
I made moves in all sixty-seven counties of my state
I don't fuck with no flaw shit, a nigga only fly straight
Well rounded, I could eat off dimes and still have nice taste
I don't look for no love let it find me, nigga why wait
Why the fuck i'm finna wait for someone
That don't even know they own fucking intentions
Young minded shit, these bitches think like if they all eleven
Yeah I told that bitch to go to Hell, you left me all condemned and
Go rebuke all pessimism in yo' life, don't do repenting
'Cause look shawty, all that the devils work (Yeah-yeah)
And off of first hand experience, that'll never work (Nah-nah)
Just pray to heal yo' heart, and heal yo' mental worth (Aw-aw)
Go to sleep if you see demons cry, then know the Devil hurt (Woah)
I dropped some spiritual knowledge on 'em, aw i'm shocking all 'em
They probably thought I only rap about us popping on 'em
They thought I only rap them Glocks with mops up on 'em
Now raise the stock up on 'em
Kilo one them niggas, that it's mo' than meet the eye
I could play the game better, yeah I'm known to treat your mind
I'm damaged been abandoned, one that folk's a leave behind
I'm heartless I spark it, let it blow you'll meet this fye grrr
Homicide on my mind, I bet that i'm armed and slide
Drawn that line mommas crying, niggas and they partners dying
On the sly slung that fire, keep that shit right on the side
Bonafide and on the rise, I know that i'm qualified
I made moves in all sixty-seven counties of my state
I don't fuck with no flaw shit, a nigga only fly straight
Well rounded, I could eat off dimes and still have nice taste
I don't look for no love let it find me, nigga why wait
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