[Verse 1: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)]
Fuck clothes and kicks. It’s about homes and whips (Gotta get dough)
Stones and chips while we hustle when we plot to stick
Stack dough on the rest, only run with the best, keep a gun
In the vest (Uh huh) to block one to the chest. I’ma do it
I guess ‘til I hear you under arrest (Son, [?])
[?] smuggle [?] (I’ma do this shit like that)
Badass chick with long hair and beautiful breasts (Bad bitch)
I’m faced with twenty-five years or more, cops
Screaming out a bullhorn outside the door
Stash in the floor, keep cash, rounds and raw
Rounds galore (Stop it), and you know I’m down to pour (Huh?)
Set it with the four-four (Come on), trying to drown the law. Against the
Criminal system I hold grudges (Stupid-ass judges)
[?] lawyers and backwards-ass judges
Twenty-five away (Get your shit right), [?]
Catch me looking like a don body embalmed at my wake ‘cause three hots
And the slop in a cot? I think not, and if y’all
Know Kev, then y’all know I’d rather be shot
Dead instead, one to the head and the head (I ain’t going to jail)
Eternally getting [?] by an angel in bed
[Hook: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
Ain’t no holding me (Holding me)
Caged in, slaving, gotta be free (Gotta be free)
Ain’t no holding me (Holding me)
Caged in, slaving, gotta be free (Gotta be free)
Fuck clothes and kicks. It’s about homes and whips (Gotta get dough)
Stones and chips while we hustle when we plot to stick
Stack dough on the rest, only run with the best, keep a gun
In the vest (Uh huh) to block one to the chest. I’ma do it
I guess ‘til I hear you under arrest (Son, [?])
[?] smuggle [?] (I’ma do this shit like that)
Badass chick with long hair and beautiful breasts (Bad bitch)
I’m faced with twenty-five years or more, cops
Screaming out a bullhorn outside the door
Stash in the floor, keep cash, rounds and raw
Rounds galore (Stop it), and you know I’m down to pour (Huh?)
Set it with the four-four (Come on), trying to drown the law. Against the
Criminal system I hold grudges (Stupid-ass judges)
[?] lawyers and backwards-ass judges
Twenty-five away (Get your shit right), [?]
Catch me looking like a don body embalmed at my wake ‘cause three hots
And the slop in a cot? I think not, and if y’all
Know Kev, then y’all know I’d rather be shot
Dead instead, one to the head and the head (I ain’t going to jail)
Eternally getting [?] by an angel in bed
[Hook: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
Ain’t no holding me (Holding me)
Caged in, slaving, gotta be free (Gotta be free)
Ain’t no holding me (Holding me)
Caged in, slaving, gotta be free (Gotta be free)
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