| I want his house burnt to the ground
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| I wanna go there in the middle of the night
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| Real spoken on some niggas that been jail broken
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| Heard he told on his plug, CO left his cell open
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| Might go out in a blaze of glory, still in Hell toting
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| Dumping that Lucifer, Sig Sauer with the barrel smoking
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| That how we know the drink hit when ain’t no seal on it
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| make a fake brick and put the smell on it
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| Traffic in the bag, ain’t got no paper trail on it
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| A million dollars in cash, would you kill for it?
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| No punchlines, no cute shit
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| 'Cause if I press play my niggas really mute shit
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| Had dog bleeding from them mouth, think it’s mucus
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| Niggas boosting on the markets, we just heard a bunch of shooting
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| Real underground kings, we come from the sewage
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| Don’t let me do it to you done 'cause I overdo it
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| This murder music with Ali, he co-wrote and produced it
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| Coke in the microwave, I showboat when I nuke it
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| Snakes on the collar of my shirt, this polo so exclusive
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| Out in Vegas at The Mirage, shit ain’t no illusion
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| You know who winning but of course we all know who losing
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| Jump with them killers off the porch, we all know who rooting
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| For the bad guy in the movie smoking on a Cuban
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| Belt sweet as a Suzy Q, I got the smokers
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| No excuses for my behavior, was broke and stupid
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| Contributing, doing the devil’s work on my Joyner Lucas
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| See it in your face, I got the good stuff
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| Alright
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| making pill flips
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| Still trip, touched a couple hundred, need a meal ticket
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| Ghetto nigga putting up numbers like I’m Will Smith
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| Real shit, packed a little darker but it’s still
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| Scratch and sniff, send a magic marker way this hit
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| Still with the shits, stick and hit the killswitch
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| Crumbled up past comers sort of like some trail mix
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| like a celtic
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| Selfish with this loaded gun, I get you melted
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| Attorney left my Co-D feeling helpless
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| Lost bro to murder one, all the pain I done felt it
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| H I done scaled it, the 'cane I done dealt it
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| Get popped with a brick out of state and catch a Elvis
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| Eldritch how long we been taking federal jail risks
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| Now every time the mail run, that’s a 12 strip
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| What is this velvet? |
| Bust at your helmet
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| RIP you and your OG, fuck a spell check
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| DA tried to snatch my bond bag but my bail set
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| buck fifty, put you on bed rest
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| Held back, dropped out twice, never been held back
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| It ain’t really too much shit in life a nigga failed at
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| Been to hell and back, came on 19 with jail tats
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| Now we leaving niggas at the light in them Hellcats |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speed Demon Freestyle , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album The Price Of Tea In China, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп