Kave Story

Fought all my demons
Now a couple hoes wanna swallow my semen
Rappers hit my line everyday for a feature
Imma tax you, I was low for a reason
Skipped school, everyday to the river
My dogs had a plan so we followed the mission
We use to look at the mansions
Now we all trynna cop us a mansion
Run it up, couple bands imma stack it up
Sittin' in the cell, I was thinking bout the glow up
My guys never changed, ain’t no fakes
Ain’t no fake ones, keep a fake far
Cuz the feds gunna break em'
Real ones, stay ten toes
If you snitching on the gang, get bullet holes
Pull up at the funeral, no telling on the gang, what you snitching fo?
If you looking for some clout, imma have my goons slide deep, all up in your
house
That’s lame shit, I ain’t all about this fame shit
I really use to be in the streets where it’s dangerous
Killers, robbers, scammers, and reapers
Pull up on you with the tints and it’s lethal
Better duck for your life bro
Or it go pitch black like a tunnel
When you speak, talk facts
If you really in the game, lemme hear it in the rap
CT, where I’m from it get freezy
Talking on the bros, it can get really breazy
Brook street, all my niggas stay sturdy
Never say word hit a bird if they lurking
Rolling dice with the homies
If you ain’t with the gang keep it moving
Real shit, mud brothers in the field shit
From the trap to the block to the stu shit
I could of died in the streets that I jumped in
They killed my cousin for her phone and I lost it
Too many funerals in general
It hurt my fucking sole, get a pole fuck a burial
Mah calling my phone now
My momma crying her soul out
Pistol to her dome, niggas tuck her shit
Shed a tear and now i’m on that drilling shit
Mob ties, couple niggas with that killing shit
Mah safe, they don’t know who they dealing with
I ain’t with the cap shit
Put the mic down, turn a clown to a catfish
Cooking niggas up for breakfast
You don’t know about the pain I had to deal with