Cardiak Flames - Price On Your Head

Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh
Uh,
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I wish a nigga would diss me, you shitin' me, I'm on his ass
Might turn the other cheek, that don't make a nigga sweet
I hear your little lines, you ain't low or discreet
Pick and choose your battles, these uphills is steep
Let sleepin' dogs lie, cause once he wake up
You got a dog, I never clock in, I'm the boss
Cook niggas, create my own sauce
It's all from scratch homie the realness is back
Cause this ain't what you want forreal, you chumps
Should chill, these bars will leave slumped forreal
And these beats ain't leased and they thump forreal
It's big business over here, we taking every share
Woo, that's on God, let the church say
We gone party, Go shawty, it's your birthday
I'm hydrated, yet these niggas so thirsty
Touch my cup, you pay in the worst way
Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh
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I rise to the top, you ain't Ka-reem I heard your bars
Them punchlines trash, delivery is ass
I'ma act a donkey on 'em, treat niggas like
My shit don't stink, switch it up and get funky on 'em
It's gettin' funky on the mix now right
Plenty niggas spit, don't mean they shit sound right
Shit, I got too many rounds in the clip
So dope, they call me 2 point 4 pounds of that fish
School niggas, how I do niggas, not even tryin'
I go way harder than you niggas, really what it do nigga
I ain't going back and forth with you niggas
Scoop my shorty up from Duval, give these chicks the blues all
Summer, Winter, Fall, I'ma a winner y'all
Not a beginner y'all, he's a top contender y'all
Since y'all honey mustard, I'ma chicken tender y'all
See if they remember y'all once I put an end to y'all
Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh
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Move back, I need six feet, this ain't no social distance
I'm just tryna protect you from the heat
The smoke hit like gun blaze, haters mad
They can't block my sun rays, these chicken shits
Unavailable, like Chick-fil-A on Sundays
That cookie cutter flow made with no butter yo
You up against sweet cream, that salted butter flow
That rich taste, see the reaction on your bitch face
Says it all, homie gone ball
Cashmere cloth in the fall, winter stink
Minks and all, you niggas doing it wrong
They don't speak my language I talk fluent to y'all, and plus
What, I'm just as hot as they come
You goofy's, I knock off for fun, excuse me
My uzi weighs a ton, referring to my mouthpiece
But also got the gun, gone give it to 'em
Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh
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Written by:
Matthew Covington Jr.

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