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[A La
Straight the fucking dungeon raps

[Verse 1: A La
From the era of the baps
Spiggity splat man, I'm with the raps
Move caps and naps I rip the rhythm fast
the mass, Crooklyn, represent the clan
Your shorter than grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we make emcees run, I don't guns
But I spit straight bullets I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can 'em
been defeated, better time to break a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay broads and write bars
I rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I know life hard, better check if your mind is
Despite the trife, no brother can inside my sight
I leave lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
When I set it in, I then cause a weatherin'
Fuck settings man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush loot to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty niggas a beverage
I'll bend your chick and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to stop that rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever talking
I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to
You peep the mask, we out for all the stacks
Better back
Give me that, me that, take this, fuck that

[Hook x2: Joey
Sometimes niggas will ride with ya, the
Other side just alive in em
And it's hard to when you trynna survive
In a, world of fake lies, fake guys, and in the sky

[Verse 2: Joey
I take walks in the of my mind
Came across all sorts of faults in
Some is vampires and bloodsuckers
em for blood brothers
Til they do the to get in where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect I had the Ritalin
Only thing popped is, mami who topless
finger shoplift, hotlist when I drop this
Over the
Only you be is where yo metro fees
Nigga, stop it, I'm in the cockpit, the pilot
Money I pile it, stylin'
God spitting Rikers Islands
your eyelids, wide open, cause how I live
Niggas ain't got time for breaks, big
While you sleep, we'll take your plate, it scraped
Beast coast, you know! But you relate
It's the anthem, get damn hands up
Split wigs like sick cancers, attack then switch
Fuck a chick's standards, no before my grammar
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, to kick it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the leg, shit is mad wicked
They on they pivot when we started
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It take to make money, streets ain't safe, honey
Yeah the be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look ways when you cross here
Last found dead caught in the crosshairs
a regular report here
Patrol patrolling all year, but only theirs
Watch which lane you swerving, fast life, fast 'till you're
Turning indentured