[Intro]
Katrina Squad
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[Verse 1]
I cut off those who got too big for their boots, rap is about whose is the longest, whose is the shortest
Me, I know who stays and which son of a bitch runs, whiskey, I take the wheel, I push to six thousand turns
Are you with me or against me? A fucker that ran into a bone, is a fucker that ran into me
Your street deals in man to man, mine deals in man to magnum
157, we're cold, 187 like the code, my entire city on the king
Tie him up, take his gold, as if we had all the rights
I grew up on a steel bench, the shape of my ass surely carved in
I took money and I want more (Plus) : mindset like my brothers (Yeah)
A Bic and a Belarusian gun, my whip, and my bitch are both new (Huh)
Revenge on my past life, you've got three of a kind, I've got a flush, I know where your whore of a mother sleeps
I live the violence, I won't get my teeth fixed, I'm not done doing business
When dad died, I was at Sky', one year later, in the hospital, surrounded by the machines that kept him alive
My heart's gone through so much, on my life, let me hold mama in my arms
I'll teach you how to rap real quick, let them talk about guns, we've done it for real
It's us, we're selling them hookah, fuck the DEA
I do magic and make Merlin jealous, if your word is worth two, mine is fucking worth ten
Me, I grew up in the shit like two damn fingers in the plug
[Chorus]
No time to scream for help, I want to be part of the present (S, S)
I'll cauterize my pain (Nineteen, nineteen), band-aid made of cement (Mathafack), oh
No time to scream for help, I want to be part of the present
I'll cauterize my pain, band-aid made of cement, oh
[Verse 2]
You want to sit at my table? But we don't agree, you're not from where I'm native
Here, we'll slap you around, when you go after the S, turn on do-not-disturb
Sit at my table? My father's my brightest star, between saying it and doing it
I think there's booze, ten grams, and I'll fill up your nostrils, I'm strapped in front of the corner store
All you do is dab, we do as we say, we do it, on my life
It smells like in Amsterdam, OG, OG, influencers, bitch, we're stuck
Long live my team, a twenty, a tragedy, a kilo, 1K in grams, everything for the profit
And I found my Grail, 'Imma is proud of her son
[Chorus]
I want to be part of the present
I'll cauterize my pain, band-aid made of cement
No time to scream for help, I want to be part of the present
I'll cauterize my pain, a band-aid made of cement, oh
[Outro]
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