The Initial High

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Ain't nobody I will ever run from
 Niggas talking 'bout they will, but they will not
 Everybody knowin' where the fuck I come from
 Aiming for your chest and your lung for the kill shot
 Niggas talking war like they want beef
 You ain't gotta come and lookin' if you want me
 Blood I find you, think you I remind you
 Ain't no kind of buck up in my blood and that's on Bs
 Niggas talkin' Brainsick over
 But there really ain't no other
 Niggas in my lane, they wonder whether we can bang
 I bring the pain and Sick James is bad than a motherfucker
 Five deep at your front do' (Nigga)
 Ain't nowhere for you to go, we got the back locked
 I be waitin' for you niggas with the fat chrome
 Plus I got a lawyer who be doin' shit like Matlock (Aah)
 People sayin' Insane fell off (Nigga wack)
 Man, they really don't mean shit (That's a fact)
 People cannot wait, get the hell off (Shoo)
 But I kept my brain on sick (Cha)
 Came up in the game with venom
 Niggas went and stole my spit (Ah, shit)
 To the cemetery I send 'em
 The Brain will never fall, I'm a boss standin' tall, little bitch
 People took my kindness for some weakness
 Speak your peace so we can meet and
 I'mma pull off undefeated
 Ain't no peace, a fuckin' heater
 When I come, you be retreatin'
 Why don't you step up out the whip
 Put down your shit and get to beatin' (Nigga)
 I be in the front of my Leonidas
 Go against a fuckin' army with 3 hun'
 Ain't no one forget it even run late up in the alley
 Lookin' down the barrel of a pump, it can be done
 Bodybag, auto mag, really on my shit
 Don't get your man shot, nigga, wolfin' out your lip
 Walk-in your house three deep, pistol on my hip
 Dump from behind the mask, blast with my brain on sick
 Put him in the back and put the tape around his mouth
 He never saw me 'cause I blindfold, bitches
 Niggas say they bangin' but they hangin' with some weirdos
 Man, better hope you bought the rindstone switches
 Never saw me comin', put to runnin'
 I be dumpin' at your noodle when the cyclone hit you
 There really nothin' to it, but I do it?
 Bring your beef and I'm a chew it, you gon' die slow
 Lil' motherfucker

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Duration
01:50
Key
1
Tempo
79 BPM

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