Tha Goodz V11

XAV!ER - INF X 333!!! (Ft. Lazy3x)

Beat by Michael(Prod.MICHAELV2)

(LEEK)
Get yo fuckin priorities straight,
Why these niggas keep talking? I put em’ in place,
He gone stain the ground if he run his mouth,
Wipe that bitch up, I ain’t leavin a trace,
Nigga don’t get involved cause you don’t gotta say,
Put that nigga to rest, that gone be where he lay,
Triple 8, going global like I’m outer-space,
I don’t fuck with yo kind, I ain’t talking bout race,
Same niggas hatin’ used to look up to me,
Take a bitch off her feet, make her look up to me,
Nigga rap finna die and they can’t fuck with me,
Only nigga that’s left and it’s been up to me,
My fault I do better than you,
Ready for war I’m in veteran shoes,
Got a weapon, it seem like he ready to use,
Better shoot that gun like you got something to prove,

(A$K)
he like a rat in the cabinets,
they way he gon feed on my cheese and my fame
this glock itch like ivy, so watch what you steppin,
you go through the forest, get lost in the rain
ill cop a chainsaw, to cut down yo family
that shit in my culture, thats jus how im raised
im wearing yo face like mask, like im leatherface
touch on my momma, ill bust out in rage

im in yo dreams like the shadow men
talk on my gang you get crossed in the shadow realm
i let the dogs out the house, out the playing pin
feel like im kratos, get sent to the hells

they said its my voice that they love, now my lyrics they listening
step on my porch, you get left wit the shells
take out the strap, now the barrel stay glistenin
cannot get caught, finna end up in jail

if mi is the gang that you talking on
prepare for yo wake, cause you finna rest
ran in the house, had a talk wit yo family  
they clinging to life, cause yours inna mess
my hands they shaking, like im feeling anxious
but trust me its just the adrenaline pumping
glock on my waist if he talk get to bustin
i came from the bottom turned nun to somethin

(LEEK)
Get yo fuckin priorities straight,
Why these niggas keep talking? I put em’ in place,
He gone stain the ground if he run his mouth,
Wipe that bitch up, I ain’t leavin a trace,
Nigga don’t get involved cause you don’t gotta say,
Put that nigga to rest, that gone be where he lay,
Triple 8, going global like I’m outer-space,
I don’t fuck with yo kind, I ain’t talking bout race,
Same niggas hatin’ used to look up to me,
Take a bitch off her feet, make her look up to me,
Nigga rap finna die and they can’t fuck with me,
Only nigga that’s left and it’s been up to me,
My fault I do better than you,
Ready for war I’m in veteran shoes,
Got a weapon, it seem like he ready to use,
Better shoot that gun like you got something to prove,

(A$K)
get yo fucking priorities straight, im so tired of yo childish ways
its a game we dont play in the home, cause this weapon, gon air out the place
i feel like a demon a ghost, i feel like the devil some days
i feel like my choppa so bold, cause yo life it is mine im gon take

im rippin the skin off yo body, i fell to my devilish ways
i started this shit as a hobby, now im just steppin on lames
im grippin the strap its a tommy, a blast to the past, get a taste
he ask if i kill, i say prolly, got homicidal in the brain

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Lyrics:
What you do piss em off, now they poppin shots
Yeah they say I'm too good, I'm a gaudy god
Break her back like a pocky, she naughy ahh
Little shawty she wet, got my body hot

Antibody, I feel like a Magi
Get a hobby, you niggas are copies 
Beat a niggas ass, feel like I'm Rocky
I can never die, no izanagi

I'm givin em 1, to keep em on track
Then shootin him twice, his spine and his back
Then givin him 5, for playin with me n my gang and for thinkin that me and bro lack

We been known that you lame, give a fuck what you claim, and you ain't got shit goin I'll keep it a stack
But keep playin the game, put yo ass on a frame, cause we bite like a dane yeah we stay on attack
Gang Bitch!

And shoutout to Dayne's "Mood", but my Pride N Ego is somethin op tho, its startin n stoppin up gang feuds
Leave him red like a cheeto, I swear I'm not evil, Kid Joker just comes when my brains blue
Choppa bite like mosquito, don't need incognito, we'll have you out cryin for Jesus

Tell me how you want bodies to hang loose
Send the message yeah that is my main use 
Stay protected, I fight when the pain shoots
Fuck affection, you hold me I'll break loose
Fuck with peasants, thats somethin I can't do
You some pussies, you niggas got ran through
Show you mercy, I ain't get a chance to
Choppa dirty a nigga like cow poo
I don't clean up the body no shampoo

No you and yo brothers can't fuck wit us 
Go ahead try yo luck if you dumb enough
We gon stay sendin shots so you betta duck
Bitch I been crackin skulls like a hockey puck

Feel Like 12EJECT, I told that boy Push Up
We been rainin bullets, go look up
All yo diamonds and jewels, yeah we took em
You a bitch, wouldn't spin if you could've 

We been known that you lame, give a fuck what you claim, and you ain't got shit goin I'll keep it a stack
But keep playin the game, put yo ass on a frame, cause we bite like a dane yeah we stay on attack
Gang Bitch!

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PROD: FUCKDISTURBD AND WAFFARCHY
ART: FUCKDISTURBED + D3MERY
MIXED BY D3MERY

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[Verse]

Heart pounding harder than a kick drum session,

Mind sharper than a blade in confession.

Came through the static, antenna for the panic,

Grime in my teeth, spitting raw volcanic.



Concrete jungle, my pen stays prowling,

Words cut deep, got the wolves all howling.

Baggy-eyed prophet, no sleep, just scheming,

Dreams so vivid, got the canvas screaming.



[Chorus]

Freestyle frenzy, brain’s on fire,

Wires crossed, sparking this livewire.

Spit so clean but the flow's so dirty,

Hands up high, keep it raw till thirty.



[Verse 2]

Check the bounce, this rhythm got a limp,

Swagger through the streets, I’m the modern-day pimp.

Ripped from the roots like a vine still snapping,

Fist full of heat, every line’s straight cracking.



No crown on my head but the throne stay vacant,

Ink bleeds truth, no room for the fakin’.

Soul on my sleeve, still patched from the wars,

Came from the bottom, now I’m kicking in doors.



[Bridge]

Echoes in the alleys, they call my name,

Fame’s a fleeting shadow in a paper game.

But I’m steady, no stumble, no fumble,

Built like a fortress, never gon’ crumble.

Beat by Michael(Prod.MICHAELV2)

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