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fuego base, ot the real & black soprano family - battle scars lyrics

[verse 1: ot the real]
back to winning off each acquisition (let’s go)
i’ve seen capped up visions lead the adolescence into bad positions (f+cked up)
schemin’ dreams of goin’ from rags to riches (riches)
but even that sh+t switches
the snakes are friendly and the rats are vicious (what up?)
oldhead’s in the back of the store gettin’ his numbers ready (gettin’ his numbers ready)
served him a power ball, one hit and think he won already (sh+t boomin’)
years ago was different flows, most came up on reggie (that was us)
they front you heavy and they double you down once it’s steady (keep goin’)
i let the crack cook and trade it for a macbook (i traded up)
your big homie caught a rape and got his flag took (haha!)
a bad look can be your last look (last look)
on the run for guns and murder one
’cause you scared to get that ass whooped (you scared)
selling white lil’ bags got us up when life was bad (that got us up)
guns, knives and bats solved most of the fights we had (that’s what’s up)
if i expedite the cash, youngins coming lightning fast (lightning fast)
tryna shoot the nike tag off his shiesty mask

[verse 2: fuego base]
uh, stream millions, they give you rations for it
it take a four and ain’t no passin’ on it
gang took a nap, i thought he od’d while he was baggin’ on it
worked pots and i done ran blenders
my flow hard as sellin’ bean pies to a clan member
base ain’t here for the canopies and the weather
serve my girlfriend dad at the family get together
street n+ggas don’t get dogs for emotional support
pray k!ller finds strength for what he’s goin’ through in court
some steaks are sold canned ’cause they [air roast you from ??] the horse
skrrt from n0bu in a porsche
with a purse [a tender???]
i feel like butch with gibbs’ ho
at his birthday dinner
and your label ceo might buy you a ring next
but when bro done, i might make destiny cream next
uh, if i’m ever asked to dance, i’ma cut a rug (the butcher comin’, n+gga)
(agh)
[verse 3: benny the butcher]
back the hawk out and start pokin’ holes, leave broken bones
the type of beat to have a rapper scared to post his shows
we puttin’ work, you probably won’t condone (y’all ain’t gon’ like this)
my first fight in prison was after chow over the ‘mote control (my word)
you know the price in my city about a quarter a kilo (’bout 25)
25, any higher, you insultin’ my ego (quit playin’ with me)
about 28 to 32 what i’m charging to people
paper had me beefin’ with my family like coi and benzino
dea want me hung, get my dna on a gun
take them easy plays when they come, this a psa for the slums (this for the hood)
your favorite singer with me, made her feed me grapes one on one (i made her do it)
you’re not a power a couple, she is cna, you a bum (you a bum, n+gga)
she know she with a rich a n+gga, i don’t treat a date like a nun (uh+uh)
i was taught you speak in place and you feed a snake by the crumb (agh)
i was taught you plead your case
you can’t beat the case? then you run
you can lay low for a minute, you think you safe but you done
yeah, done
you know, i stacked up 20 bands, stacked up 50 bands
i took losses on that plate, was back to 20 grand (i took losses)

seven+figure crib with the six+figure driveway
it’s butch, n+gga

- fuego base ot the real black soprano family lyrics

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