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FirstBlood

The valley

While I do use it for vocals and sometimes the beats, I always write the lyrics and that’s a promise. Enjoy this absolute banger tho🔥🔥🔥
Lyrics:
Shit bro, lemme chill out for a sec

Cuz a few of these mother fuckers tellin me bout some shit

like I ain’t be writing my raps and shit

Like bitch
jus cuz im not singing it
don’t mean i didn’t write that shit down.
Tell you what
I’ll write some shit down that “AI” could never spit.
Like I haven’t been doin that already 


Homie gotta make a deadline
one way or another 
Boy you shot him in the head right? 
Put that on my mother
Now we swervin under street lights
Like we undercover
And you know we never spin twice
Cuz we got it covered
(Deadline)
Guess what yall Lil Goat Meal’s back
And he’s bout to drop a fuckin banger of a track
Cuz a few of these clowns don’t believe I can rap
So I’ll show em right now it’s a verbal attack

Let’s get goin
Lets get blowin
Like granny needles way we sewin

They know it
Won’t show em
We throwin dead opps in the ocean.

I’m local,
I make posters,
That boy noddin off need to focus.

Trap growin,
Bank rollin,
Brett Farve in this bitch way that we throwin.
(Count it)

Fans got a few, 
We Robbin a dude
But Batman can come along too
We buyin out rooms
We sellin some shrooms
And now boy believing that he on the moon
He looks like a goon
He’s askin for food
But all we gots coke and some prunes
He pressin me dude
Don’t be actin foolish
Don’t care if lil boy was abused
(I’ll smack his ass too)

I need to calm down, catch my breath and ease my head

Like Steve lacy motherfuckers got me seein dark red

Gonna pull up on you fuckers and spray up your fuckin head

And when we spin through 
they won’t end up wounded 
leave his ass dead
(Tick tock!)

Fuck I forgot bout the deadline,
Like some arc raiders Im crafting a dead-mine 
The way that we did homie call that a hate crime
So move over pussies cuz bitch this is my time.
(Highhh noon)
We spinnin,
Keep winnin,
He pussy boy swear he a chicken.
Like George Pickens,
We be liftin
And catchin an opp on some bitch shit.
We drag strippin,
Make ten millions,
Then ride up they block leave em missin.
Needle prickin,
You a dipshit 
Like a genie bros askin for wishes.

But it’s too late
You ran up got yo face ate
if you think it ain’t funny, tell you buddy 
Can’t relate.

But you know that we famous
They tryin to shame us
We shot homie right in the anus

Way that we came up
Runnin the bank up
Now they all see I’m runnin my rank up
(Watch the clock)

Let’s play a game, mid track, sound fun?
Listen real close, here we go rule one.
Imma reach in my pocket and pull out a gun
And I’ll give yo bitch ass 8 whole seconds to run.

So here’s the catch, and I hope you don’t mind
But the second rule is there’s a fucking deadline
If I don’t gun you down in ample time
Imma bomb the whole planet, leave everyone slimed.
(That ain’t right)

Knockin out his teeth I’ll call that shit dental
shot yo whole body it’s bad for my mental
I know that I’m smart but one thing I don’t get yall,
Is who the fuck callin my intelligence artificial 

Real as it gets
Cream of the crop 
The knees of the bee.
(Bitch buzz)
I think the main reason they mad
Is cuz that they them,
And They wanna be me.
(That sucks)
But I gotta tell the truth,
My hands are tied, 
gotta come clean.

Is that young bro on a deadline, so I’ll finish this shit with some speed.

I can make it
I can whip it
I can cook up in the kitchen
I can shake it 
I can move it
Like we playin operation 
Dodgin cases
Makin statements
Give a fuck about a hater
 shit we take it 
Make or break it
Never made a fucking statement
I’m the greatest
Makin plays-it
Really matters what I say


Lookin for me only thing that you’ll find
Is a bullet that’s itchin to go in your spine
And if he be running you know that he mine
We leave him for dead if he cross the deadline.


Now let’s see “AI” do that shit cuz.
Hahahaha

Lowkey went a little crazy there

But now I know, you know.

Just had to prove it to yall for real.

Deadline (Ai vocals)

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