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rap city 2018 - vendetta lyrics

yo, yo bedford, west london man
f-ck all these man
look…

[verse]

it’s a loose leaf blowing in the wind
only i control atonement and i open it with sin
that’s what happens when your rolling with the loneliest of men
and i’m promoting strength like getting phone calls from the gym
i’m harbinger of ice cold, arctic with that white snow
you’ll get targeted in iceland by some dyk- hoes
i got the game figured and i ain’t typing the right codes
i tell a man everyday, he better (look), just…
reach for the sky, and would he really peak on a high
after a buzz and a little piece of the pie
some man wanna creep in the night
and formulate a scheme to survive
get money and put the beefing aside
matter fact? p-ssy i want some beef with a side!
f-ck that i’ll be chief keef in the ride but usually it’s some
old wu-tang, raekwon, you know how i get down
it’s ’98 up in the town again
f-ck that i’ve been round again
look it’s all of the top of the dome
i know some man wanna pop off the chrome
for the talent that i’ve got… and you can hate on sh-t
but p-ssy this is my crown and n0bodies taking it
i been lying dormant for a while but now i’m back in the business
so how you gonna chat these actual figures?
you ain’t stacking residuals… n0bodies making p’s off singles
meanwhile i got this sh-t on pop like pringles
it’s that ’02, harlem, dipset, shouts to the man dem
f-ck it, riding bike on a tandem, p-ssy never had a whip there
i don’t even have to sh-t here, i got a crib there and there
and anyone that wanna come around me
they can wrapping in an audi, it’s kinda cool like saudi
it’s kind of hot like ghanaian flows (f-ck that)
i’m with some chicks that’s barbadian hoes
hang tight bajan hoes and f-ck that we don’t play with dough
look, whitest man you ever seen getting c.r.e.a.m
i don’t give a sh-t i’m living the american dream
and i ain’t american, so go tell them i could run up in their tenement
with no evidence, just me in my elements
fire, water, earth and ting, f-ck that i’m birthing tings
may as well be the mother/father of this surgeon ting
so slap the baby on the bottom, tell them that i got it
i don’t give a sh-t yo i’m ramping… sonics
how you gon’ chat about knuckles when you ain’t got phonics
so f-ck them!

[outro]

f-ck that man, off top as well
you man ain’t got sh-t bro…
listen, all of these written bars you man are talking yeah
bedford this and that blah blah blah
you man are doing your thing yeah, sick!
but don’t try ramp man’s name like i ain’t about this
i been about this enit
one…

- vendetta lyrics

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