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artillery splurgin' - gene the southern child lyrics

[verse 1]
man, these n-ggas don’t want to collide with me
i ride the streets, and creep up on you silently
and ain’t no time for repentance, i’ll dump ’til it’s empty
ain’t no use of the consequences of a darkened beginning
it’s like smoking with no self focus, i’ll leave your -ss hopeless
right here is where you’ll find the dopest lines i quoted
mo’ licious than that pine you smoked it
mo’ vicious than that line you snorted
i’m twisted and my mind is rolling
bullets kissing n-ggas, dying and choking
the perpetration won’t protect your illiteracy
claiming you’re gangster, but you n-ggas are pitiful gs
it only leads to long life of difficulties
until a n-gga slit your throat or cripple your seeds
you motherf-ckers better know that life is for real
hollow tip waste in your clothes so you might wanna chill
can’t hold your liquor, then don’t drink n-gga
just think n-gga you’ll sink n-gga
quicker than your eyes can blink n-gga
motherf-cking pink n-gga

[hook]
half of these n-ggas all sweet artillery slurgin’
now what the f-ck you call beef
you’re really p-ssing me further
now watch it before you fall deep

[verse 2]
might start a riot -ss n-gga, yeah mane, i’m true to bust
i can shine without a dime, cause my rhymes are luminous
splurge and then i swerve, cause i’m drunk as f-ck
it’s a blessing when i’m giving these lessons when i erupt
ugh, testing, now they stressing some slugs up in their guts
oh, i remember you, slow -ss n-gga that wanna flex
similar to joke -ss n-ggas who ain’t no threat
bust this gauge in your face, you’ll probably sh-t on yourself
picked to play, but you better go play with somebody else
man i don’t wanna hurt n0body but why they f-cking me
this lil’ gene, i ain’t done nothing mane, chilling in peace
i’m like a dream you can’t run from mane, dealing with me
is illing, you see, i’m spilling heat
i could be a mean n-gga but could be a nice person
hit a n-gga split a n-gga leave his wig hurting
my old miss and my pop ain’t raise no b-tch and that’s for certain
these n-ggas claim they men when they women behind the curtain

[hook]

ain’t this a b-tch man, these n-ggas got my d-mn nerves erkin’
can’t even flip a brick without a n-gga wanting to vers’ ’em
i guess you trip to this vicious sh-t that i be bursting
only want to be about presidents, i blow you n-ggas up off me
can’t’ call it self defense
but tell the judge that sh-t was so irrelevant
i’ll make a mess with y’all b-tches clean up the evidence
going all out bucking up the sequel seeing blowing reefer
creeping with my truest people
i’m keeping equal and all the time i’m a tweaker
but they don’t want to respect, believe me they greasy
and will squeeze heat in your chest
see its a lot of characters and life is like a movie
these n-ggas wanna do me cause i release it truly
motherf-ckers bust at me, then i’m gon’ bust at em’ back
remember, i’m just living it equal and speak the facts
palm of sun be give giving me slack, so i won’t snap
on one of these half raised n-ggas and fall in the trap
in the gap now they got you
i ain’t gon’ bust a motherf-cker unless i got to
but don’t make me have to
motherf-cking clap you

[hook]

- gene the southern child lyrics

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