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dark cloud - young shiners & est skimike lyrics

[intro]
(can’t rush the vibe, rando)

[verse 1: est skimike]
n*ggas want me dead, but i’m steadily in the trenches
rollin’ all this reggie got me stumblin’ and trippin’
n*ggas made diss songs and turned they friends into victims
ten g’s will have your friends at your candle vigil
i wish i would run, bl!ck, you know i’ll die with you
side to side with you, down to ride with you
hop out the car and send a few n*ggas with you
all that woofin’ on the ‘net, but had everything handed to you
n*ggas on my d*ck, talkin’ to these b*tches like it ain’t our b*tch
steadily hatin’ while i’m meditatin’ with these white bricks
humble n*gga played bible, fell in love with gettin’ rich
really put more work in, risked my life for n*ggas turned b*tch
we the ones behind a lot of sh*t, but ain’t gotta claim sh*t
shootin’ out the car, now you a k!ller? you a cold b*tch
quarterbackin’ all these plays, no audible, i see the blitz
never seen no jailbreak, you third person, you ain’t no boss, n*gga
hidin’ behind your daddy, you just talkin’, you just a talkin’ n*gga
blood got them bodies, keep hatin’, this ain’t wendy williams
last thing i told blood before he passed was, “go get them n*ggas”
opps ain’t did nothin’ but ride cap
while they brains be gettin’ knocked out
it ain’t a n*gga who made a diss song who ain’t been shot at
i know you seen the way them .223s made that car melt
the way your partner laid there on the ground with his heart out
i know your hood felt that dark cloud
[verse 2: lil jairmy]
n*ggas, they know better than to diss me
go and get the shovel, put him six feet
i might have to k!ll her, it depend on what my b*tch see
never leave no witness, i can’t let no cat convict me
n*ggas claim they k!llers, really rats, they can’t convince me
i was there when what’s*his*name got whacked, act like i didn’t see
n*gga try me on the first, i swear we slidin’ ’til the sixteenth
walk your ass down, i keep some k!llers runnin’ with me
don’t stop ’til they extinct, n*gga, go in overtime
sent so many hits, got n*ggas that i owe a dime
i’m ready for the blitz, got sticks that’s my lil’ boy size
i’m frontline with this sh*t, ain’t runnin’ when it’s war time
n*ggas sloppy, we slide organized
ain’t no point in talkin’ ’til we hit the main target
catch him on the highway in his car, i’m tryna park it
turn his b*tch into a widow, turn his daughter to an orphan
don’t try and post, be bad boys, you n*ggas cops, martin lawrence
i just pulled up on my block up in a foreign
really havin’ reach, can get you shot while i’m out tourin’
i ain’t popped a n*gga in some months, this sh*t gettin’ borin’
can’t wait ’til a n*gga make me get up out this b*tch, get back to scorin’ (p*ssy n*gga)

- young shiners est skimike lyrics

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