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verbal tactiks family - dynasty (feat. semr) lyrics

verse 1: (ishues)

i go hard like my d-ck in my b-tch//
i don’t talk to cops i’m far from a snitch//
i rather choose the grave then go out like a b-tch//
vtf set stay away from you kids//
the home boy semr left your body severed//
incisions through intestines if you try to act clever//
body bag rap underdog trend setter//
we go hard with the ox i’m not speaking bout the razor//
pilot pens strike the pad as i slash away//
quality in your tracks there’s a price to pay//
i rather be a producer than rap anyway//
350 tracks i think i need a pay//
don’t under estimate my team//
or else i’ll unleash the beast on my enemies//
when i spit you tend to forget to breathe//
embrace my sixteen guaranteed to set you free//
(b-tch!)

(chorus) [x2]

my hearts cold each verse is an ice berg//
this is hard body coming from the curb//
these are raps equip with gats call the he-rs-//
don’t yap on tracks prove something first//

verse 2: (hangs)

cause i’m still hangs give a f-ck about no//
we ain’t even been the same not even our shadow//
everybody seems to copy everything we display//
we put you all on game, you ain’t really here to stay//
everybody round me shoot like the buzzer going out//
might always be the same thing that comes out your mouth//
go on bout your day this is vtfamily//
couple goons in my phone that’ll finesse ya for your bling//
i don’t really think you want it with my team right now//
a bunch of savages on beats till they die down//
i’m in too deep, ain’t going to quit like now//
always bout mine like my life going out//
you ain’t ever heard of sh-t like what we do//
contagious to the whole world like we flu//
i rather tell you, you will never be us//
i rather sip mud and get stuck, that’s how we does!//

(chorus) [x2]

my hearts cold each verse is an ice berg//
this is hard body coming from the curb//
these are raps equip with gats call the he-rs-//
don’t yap on tracks prove something first//

verse 3: (semraw)

recognize this vibe every single d-mn time//
coming at you with a sick and twisted state of mind//
feel pressure against your body levitating you of the gravity//
when it comes down to phasing reality its all nasty and bl–dy//
you won’t hear a thing about stopping you p-ssy’s are nothing//
i’ll remain till the last blood drips or haunting no doubt about it//
b-tch remember that ill always remain above this stupid society//
f-ck the government along with the sh-t they have to say about me//
hard body till the death of me this is a hobby never will i face defeat//
trynna act hard when your nothing but weak concrete smashing down to your knees//
i’m driving all you politicians crazy by the deaths im committing//
i’m sure you wanna see the proof of what will happen next//
ha, watch as i rise from the underground dark mothaf-cking crest//
slithering open your chest with the fam you should never test//
laughing as slowly you come to your mothaf-cken end and that’s death//

(chorus) [x2]

my hearts cold each verse is an ice berg//
this is hard body coming from the curb//
these are raps equip with gats call the he-rs-//
don’t yap on tracks prove something first//

- verbal tactiks family lyrics

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