CRAIG XEN

Intro : Craig Xen]
Niggas just on this hoe talking shit
Man, fuck y'all niggas

I told em' come through
He didn't come
Just texted my phone, man

[Hook - ?]
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers

[Verse 1 : Craig Xen]
Look
C-c-came a long way from the 9th grade moving g's in the hallway
To a qp of that OG when I roll weed, trying to ball like Pokey in '03
Put on any beat, I'm crashing
Lot of niggas rap, but they tend to lack passion
When I'm on a mic, then quick take action
Hit the Backwoods, take flight then pass them
Back to the lab and I'm finna cook magic
When I'm on a track niggas know I drop classics
Life is a class best bet I'm passing
All A's every test niggas that's mastered
On the way to class got hoes trying to grab me
I tell em' "Fall back." Unless they wanna match
We can kick it, we can go half on a sac
And if we get evicted we can crash in the 'lac

[Verse 2 : Kay Rillo]
All my shit is dope, so they calling me the dope dealer
All I see are jokes, I look around and I see no killas
'sace on me medusa head turn these niggas to statues
Got a high sense of gratitude, but still fuck you my attitude
Playing hoes like an instrument
Me and Jordan stay kicking it
In the Benz that I'm flippin' it, make the women get into it
Focusing on the prize, can't carve my name on a grave
I tell the truth from a lie, just by the look on their face
Can't be deceived by deceivers, I tell em' follow the leader
Don't care about them sending shots, as long as I'm not receiving
Better strengthen up on your defense
Coming through the rap game might just sweep it
Modify it and tweak it, then give it back when I'm leaving

[Hook - ?]
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers, dope dealers
Dope dealers

Craig Xen & Kay Rillo - DOPE DEALERS

[Intro]
Aye I don't give a fuck
Say I don't give a fuck
Boy I don't give a fuck (ayye)
Boy I don't give a fuck (ayye)
Nigga I don't give a fuck (ayye)
WUSSUP, WUSSUP, WUSSUP

[Verse 1 - Craig Xen]
Think Xen give a fuck, well you're so wrong
“ETA” will be embedded into my tombstone
I go harder than a bitch 'fore I go home
Back to the fuck nigga, leave his soul broke
Talking shit through the web, bitch pull up
Have you shittin' on yourself, get a pull up
Take your ass to the gym, do some pull ups
Get up off the keyboard, bitch man up
I be standin' with some silverback gorillas I was bred with
Internet niggas can't stand Xen (why?)
I don't give a fuck about they feelin's
Tried to take me out the game, but I'm still in
Imma skip the punchlines, give it straight to ya
You can't last in this game, you a bitch nigga
Boy you an image on the web, I'mma real nigga
Craig from the ACX bruh, come see us
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Have you pissin' in your pants, lil bitch boy
Parents still pay your bills, huh bitch boy
I'mma grown ass man, you a kid boy
Craig Xen, I ain't the one to be fucked with
Push my buttons, will lead to destruction
Lemme give you fuck niggas the instructions
Get up off my dick, and pull up at a function
Fuck Nigga

[Interlude]
Sensitive ass, bitch ass niggas
Ol' pussy ass internet niggas
Hoe ass, sensitive ass niggas
Aye Fletch, get them niggas

[Verse 2 - CT. Fletcher]
If that hurts your little sissy ass feelings, makes you wanna cry
Don't look for a pat on the back from me motherfucker
Cause I don't have one for you
I don't empathize with you one fucking bit
I don't feel sorry for you
If you can't take it, get the fuck on
I don't need you, fuck you
You don't like that?
Boo-hoo motherfucker, boo-hoo
Go cry in your cornflakes, eat another Twinkie
Undo your belt so your fuckin' ass stomach can fall out on the floor, bitch
Cryin' some more tears
Two tears in a motherfuckin' bucket, fuck it
You don't like me?
I won't lose no sleep over it, motherfuck you
Sensitive ass bitches

CYBER BULLY (ft. CT. Fletcher)

Standin on the edge lookin at my certain death 
Forget just what you did because the rest they aint do shit
When you hold em close they get to fighting 
This one biting on my wrist 
I gotta fuckin puttem down this 
Aint no fuvkin pest this is a parasite at best 
It fuvkin ripping out my chest 
Im fuckin pressed n stuggglin to survive
From stress and infection 
It’s fuckin leakin out my eyes 
I’m lookin into your demise 
Your fuckin freakin asking why 
This is the remedy I tried 

The storm will come and wash away the filth 
I put my hands up say a prayer
I’m on my way to hell 
The worms will come and eat away the flesh
I lay my head inside a coffin that i made of flesh 

A sacrifice just for a better death 
I’m tryna see something like better days 
Burn in the ashes just for what I did 
Forged in the fires mixed in with hells reign 



Nawin at my head 
Fuckin up my rest 
I’m fuckin giving it my best 
Livin but I’m dead 
Fuckin up my rest 
I’m fuckin giving it the rest of me 
Fuck it give it the rest of me

DECAY

CRAIG XEN

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