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rot ken - fear of god lyrics

[intro]
(i+i get cash like diego)
(b+b+bankroll got it)

[chorus]
im rockin’ fear of god i don’t fear much
i threw a ten piece on a stripper
i threw that sh+t and then i told her “pick it up”
i’m with the shooters they’ll leave you in the dust
i’m with the main slimes
i’m with the main guys
i got your main hoe, and then i freak her out
she said she do not do this on the regular
i told her “eat it up just like an edible”
they just sh+t from the heart its for the guys
bb just called up my phone, he goin’ to trial
he told me “not to worry brotha’ it gon’ be okay”
i told em’ call up my phone “i’m just a call away”
[verse + rot ken]
i put that shot to your dome, you try to play with me
i let that choppa dump then it make your body shake
my brotha’ muslim, he just talk to allah behind the cell
im 17, but i jumped straight off that porch when i was 12
f+ck the opps we make sure all the catches fall
concentrated like i’m on the adderall
but even i know that these pills won’t fill the pain
dropped the window, get that choppa let it rain
gotta make it home, know everyone got that ratchet
still in the streets, i slang that block and it get tragic
i seen my brotha’ layin’ right inside a casket
them body’s drop the only time we get happy

[chorus]
im rockin’ fear of god i don’t fear much
i threw a ten piece on a stripper
i threw that sh+t and then i told her “pick it up”
i’m with the shooters they’ll leave you in the dust
i’m with the main slimes
i’m with the main guys
i got your main hoe, and then i freak her out
she said she do not do this on the regular
i told her “eat it up just like an edible”
they just sh+t from the heart its for the guys
bb just called up my phone, he goin’ to trial
he told me “not to worry brotha’ it gon’ be okay”
i told em’ call up my phone “i’m just a call away”
[verse + kalan.frfr]
im rockin’ gallery, don’t be causality you know i got that “brah brah”
sh+t, i got that strap on me
yeah i’m smelling like “mhm+m+m” i got that pack on me
yea blue paper, red beam, got that accuracy
ran up like an athlete
she know i’m rich i throw that sh+t thats why yo’ b+tch attackin’ me
skeleton cartier, skeleton amiris
i do that sh+t that make yo’ b+tch get wet every time she hear me
every time she hear me
yea, this ain’t for the hoes this for my dog that’s up the road
yea my dog dashin’ the floor cuz’ i can’t see my dog no more
easy comin’ home, yea r.i.p b+tch we gon’ scream it every song
walkin’ on these beats we got em’ singin’ every song
n+ggas hate the gang cuz’ they can’t hang
n+ggas hate the gang cuz’ they lame
n+ggas actin’ like they gon’ “brgh”, stop playing
catch me put a beam on this, stop playing

- rot ken lyrics

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