[Verse 1: Kardinal Offishal]
Yeah
Kardinal
The black bond with the Canadian I'm in my nah nah
But what tanks suit that war like Vietnam
Murder everything kiss em before you kill em
Though cowards are quick to miss quote I ain't for the ceiling bro
One gun two fingers gun shot, boom
When you thought I wasn't hot, I was still close to six 0′s
Six bros said y'all skip flows and double dot straight to the charts
And I do balls black bond with the microphone
Murder and then bring it back to the life with the high paton
People talking bout what's real hip hop day
He said shit that's real stay dray
I know you scared to say shit
You know they ain't nice nigga scake round the truth I put em on ice
Truth is these niggas so scared to stand up they link up the people they used to this
Man up this kid ran up, crying up the breath
Set the game still need you but ain't nobody left
Just bunch of subliminal disrespect going on
People shaking hands with them niggas they've been shitting on
I said why you think that I wanna be part of that
That's why I chill for a little reflected on rap
It's all Rnb trap enough check
Frank all should more..and most that gun clap
Word up, be yourself stop faking and pretending
Eventually all stories come in ending
Mean faces and lies and all your verses
Whenever a verse could wrath of your God's cursing
Yeah
Kardinal
The black bond with the Canadian I'm in my nah nah
But what tanks suit that war like Vietnam
Murder everything kiss em before you kill em
Though cowards are quick to miss quote I ain't for the ceiling bro
One gun two fingers gun shot, boom
When you thought I wasn't hot, I was still close to six 0′s
Six bros said y'all skip flows and double dot straight to the charts
And I do balls black bond with the microphone
Murder and then bring it back to the life with the high paton
People talking bout what's real hip hop day
He said shit that's real stay dray
I know you scared to say shit
You know they ain't nice nigga scake round the truth I put em on ice
Truth is these niggas so scared to stand up they link up the people they used to this
Man up this kid ran up, crying up the breath
Set the game still need you but ain't nobody left
Just bunch of subliminal disrespect going on
People shaking hands with them niggas they've been shitting on
I said why you think that I wanna be part of that
That's why I chill for a little reflected on rap
It's all Rnb trap enough check
Frank all should more..and most that gun clap
Word up, be yourself stop faking and pretending
Eventually all stories come in ending
Mean faces and lies and all your verses
Whenever a verse could wrath of your God's cursing
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