Spit Game Proper DJ Kay Slay (Ft. Cory Gunz, Loaded Lux & Termanology)
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[Verse 1: Termanology]
Ambushing with ambission, kicking these handwrittens, minous the [?]
Pops was taking random leave for family needs
I'm a starving artist, I kill you for camera feeds
Moms often get son punished
Only thing that'll come from it is what's coming
[?]
Church [?]
[?]
You don't get a burst of genius tryna verse wit Jesus
Hit the road rush
Love that fast money still take me to slow [?]
Better than no cus, you broke, you don't know much
Martin had a dream, got killed cause he woke up
Better tighten your verse before I tighton your herse
Going at every meal, you still might be dessert
[?] every cypher they search
But I throw shots in every bar, [?]
Why he fucking your bitch? Spittin hard lyrics, taking your money?
[Verse 2: Loaded Lux]
It's the motherfucking heathen
Venomous demon
No time for games like the end of the season
Can't believe all these dudes that's telling is breathing
Fuck around, have the whole church yelling and greeving
All you hear is screams and sirons, theams of vilance
The ones who had dreams, turned to theives and pirates
Went from whippin the pyrex, to sitting with pilots
Finger tips got the [?], spitting the livest
When I die, bury me right next to my grandma
Came in the game like a hurricane with a hail storm
Some homies that I used to rock with, I don't hear from
Cause they let that jealous shit sit in their eardrums
The message is fear none
Fuck where they hail from
And fuck a cop, especially a red headed [?] one
I'm ready to kill one
Ready to build something
Picture him smoked out, smoked out by a real one
Why he fucking your bitch? Spitting hard lyrics taking your money?
Ambushing with ambission, kicking these handwrittens, minous the [?]
Pops was taking random leave for family needs
I'm a starving artist, I kill you for camera feeds
Moms often get son punished
Only thing that'll come from it is what's coming
[?]
Church [?]
[?]
You don't get a burst of genius tryna verse wit Jesus
Hit the road rush
Love that fast money still take me to slow [?]
Better than no cus, you broke, you don't know much
Martin had a dream, got killed cause he woke up
Better tighten your verse before I tighton your herse
Going at every meal, you still might be dessert
[?] every cypher they search
But I throw shots in every bar, [?]
Why he fucking your bitch? Spittin hard lyrics, taking your money?
[Verse 2: Loaded Lux]
It's the motherfucking heathen
Venomous demon
No time for games like the end of the season
Can't believe all these dudes that's telling is breathing
Fuck around, have the whole church yelling and greeving
All you hear is screams and sirons, theams of vilance
The ones who had dreams, turned to theives and pirates
Went from whippin the pyrex, to sitting with pilots
Finger tips got the [?], spitting the livest
When I die, bury me right next to my grandma
Came in the game like a hurricane with a hail storm
Some homies that I used to rock with, I don't hear from
Cause they let that jealous shit sit in their eardrums
The message is fear none
Fuck where they hail from
And fuck a cop, especially a red headed [?] one
I'm ready to kill one
Ready to build something
Picture him smoked out, smoked out by a real one
Why he fucking your bitch? Spitting hard lyrics taking your money?
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