[Verse 1:]
My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies
Brrat, cars peel, the east coast cartel
Rats get they tail snapped and trapped
It's snitches in the streets and it's snitches in rap
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses, some from the Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin' in a elevator passin' floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture ya tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up
Sabotagin' my make-up, my watches get laced up
Even if they indited Jacob
Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off
The frivolated shock to ya chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from a iron
I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
Got bitches high as Hell and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to ya hotel or made in this shit
Put a barrel in the capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
Came poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count, QB bitch
[Chorus: x2]
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawlin'
wishful
which
wallpaper
today
thinkers
there
target
vegas
table
switzerland
survive
suddenly
strength
streets
still
status
snapped
smell
thought
shock
seven
scalp
flatline
eaters
doors
slang
candles
tarot
smarter
crack
dismisses
cowards
cough
cocksucker
bitch
afraid
black
about
death
coroner
count
watches
coast
diamonds
dreams
laced
private
choruses
laugh
alive
euphoria
antique
places
astoria
cartel
bridge
morticians
climb
carry
agreement
fortresses
tongue
exist
bullshit
pistols
glance
bitches
plotted
blast
bodyguards
general
forever
forget
chorus
planes
brick
verse
fifty
corner
snitches
claim
cards
peeps
trapped
caviar
floors
forensics
party
leases
grade
pretty
grind
haters
hotel
jacob
chest
landed
madam
lives
carpet
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