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Desolate Desert (Prod.LVK)

(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

Mathematics (ft. GENO W.I.P)

Gally [@gallyscorpse]

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