Ill Intent

Its Lone of course, donny with a fucked up flow
Spill it on a beat like petrol
Blud it come peak when you light this tho
Its Lone of course, donny widda mask and hoodie
Rolling through the dark big tracksuit
Could be wap or it could be a
Got a spinner and a guage in the back
Cah i gauge i can spin dis yute like its practice
Thin line affi cross for a madness
One dead body and a magnum
No killer but the killys know esco
Touch him know a nigga wont let go
Niggas never heard about esco lone
Till I put a rap nigga on a sweatshirt
Minds a madness, mind your manners
Recline the seat, inclined to blam it
What a funny man rap scene
Bruddas take old songs, spin it round stack p
Didnt know talent was shitty karaoke
Shudda kept doin coke deals cah youre not me
I spit fluid that cud make a bruddas life a fuckery
Aint gonna say no more
Becah nuffs been said
Dem man cus instead
Of an action brudda wheres the cuss intent
Donny buss these 10s says he stacks real bread
Cap brudda go run you a job instead
Its a clutch and brake if you make mistake
One bullet nigga drop aint a bluff hes dead
All of his brudda there say dey kweff
But when they see him they save thier breath
Esco dont spit bars he spit shells
Spit dat, holes in cars and windshields
Duck cus you dont hide youll get killed
Cant run though, hit your back you wont heal
No mercy chaos fire bun fields
No sunshine donny try weather that storm
Mans thunder G get bun hes no more
Family, friends cant find u at morgues
Rap taliban Pack rappers
Stack tallies, tryna drop rappers, like litter
Ill intent got ur name on it
Tryna take a head put a frame on it
Got nuff shots with your name on it
Step funny with a chrome G it aint gmail on a phone
But it come voicemail when your mum call your phone
Its peak when a brudda fuck with Lone
Aint running no mouth round trident
Dont even chew it das a vio
Niggas wanna see me fall but they will fall first
They'll try, im a fighter
Cudda gone an jus played footie but i wanna jus step on toes
Esco Lone top tier with the flows
And i wont let go till their all disposed
Gonna charge for a war
Dont come round when the dargs are at war
Gunshot sounds das a trey or a .4
Find that yute hes to blame for the talk
Sky dat, brains on the wall and the floor
Shame dat guys got a yute and hes 4
Charge dat M to the game its is fault
Dont come ridin a life that you talk
Demons ride in my mind so my actions aint mine
Slyly i find it amusin how
These guys wanna ride same time as they write
True say i remember when a nigga was yute
All i really wanted was a trey five and a bike
And slide where a nigga reside in the night
Demons wanna fight for nigga survival tonight
What i talk bouts inner, aint caught case but i done caught niggas
Aint got demons i got six devils in my head
Tryna fight for control of a nigga
I done killed this one better bag me
Slump next one too someone try stop me
Im the plug with the wires out
Shock bruddas tryna test my cadence
Shit rappers in a game das biased
Put a shame to artists
Rap money i swear it turned bruddas retarded
Not suprised niggas claim to be suttin thier not meant to be
Your lifes forfeit
Dont take life too poor I spoke it
Brudda best know that i mean it
So when i done said i dont fuck with the social
Nigga best know that i mean it