lirik lagu envy caine - situation 8
[verse]
i’m well respected, got rank, my presence known, i’m a big guy
i rap, trap, finesse, smoke people, and my b~tch fly
profit sellin’ product for some dollars or you get robbed
the devil give out presents in disguise so forget god
dropped a few tears, jumped out of cars when my friend died
when the war got turned up we made everybody pick sides
stand over and cook a n~gga, fry, like the za get high
if you talkin’ get back, spill the blood, you know i had to get mine
i ain’t scared of nothin’ but allah, i been to h~ll and back
death before dishonor, f~ck ya honor i’ll never rat
them n~ggas stop dancin’ since their mans got his melon cracked
the book’s closed, you tryna lock in you gotta catch a hat
i’m a player with a plan who been gifted with a gab
once i show your girl finesse i bet she bring me back some cash
i did a magic trick with a debit before she let me slap
she said, “coke, i’m into you”
i said, “i’m into sellin’ bags”
taylor swift at sixteen, brought me back again
old heads say coka jigga spit that crack again
green, pink, blue bills, sellin’ fast again
sprayin’ terps on the mids change the packagin’
i can’t catch boy who did it i’ma pack his man
if i shot you when i see you, you get clapped again
my hands dirty, push a b~tton, that’s a master plan
son was smilin’, shots fired, he can’t laugh again
a weak man lose himself once he get a lot of power
i was tyin’ n~ggas up for weed since [?] ain’t had the sour
see i don’t know why they be askin’ ’cause i never know what happen
son got fl!cked and dry snitched, i think he need to stop rappin’
f~ck a blixk, i hit harder than covid we can box it out
and you still gon’ get popped better hope i knock you out
four reapers bounced out, frrah, k!ll him then we out
then hit a mixy eater that’s thirsty to put it in her mouth
doin’ ninety on the fdr, high off the tris
smoke a n~gga, make salat then go get high with his b~tch
from the state to the feds i ate a chow with a pick
bakin’ coke like a cookie ’cause the powder was stiff
we use to hop trains, book n~ggas, get off at the next stop
now we sellin’ drugs, doin’ scams, catchin’ headshots
we got that pain back on every rival, pick your best opp
broski caught a second letter fl!ckin’ in [?]
n~gga, you gotta catch a highlight we forgot about that old sh~t
son only a crashout ’cause he don’t got no motion
we at war, six gen 5’s takin’ road trips
f~ck a hit, you don’t got a b you ain’t on sh~t
i know where they at right now, no talkin’ let’s go drop somethin’
you know the rules don’t jump in this car unless you got one
park up, ski down, wait, i think i spot somethin’
broski hopped out, frrah, frrah, came back like, “yo, we got one”
ayo, i lay up with the baddest b~tch
your favorite treesh i had her spits
he cuffed a hoe, little do he know i already had her lit
you see i got these bands from traffickin’
if they want it i’m trappin’ it
chasin’ ricky he disappear, we doin’ magic tricks
since the smoke clear i feel like i’m the last man standin’
so i’ma get this money ’til my stash look like a ransom
i came outside when my hood was wearin’ evisu’s and [?]
might sign a deal but changed my mind, was poppin’, bringin’ them grams in
all by myself, fifty bowls of blockwork my best jugg
china buss, two keys wrap flat look like a textbook
havin’ attachments and b~ttons like the government got
oh, you a crashout? come pull up and die
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