EBK Kev - Pdl Flow Pt. 5 (feat. DutyRu)
What you know about the struggle
Shit, that's all a nigga know As a youngin, I was brought up, let that money
stack and grow I'm havin' motion off a muscle
You think he thuggin'
They gon' bust him Headshot, ain't no concussion
The chop was made and shipped from Russia Ain't really got no flow
Nigga, I just be rappin' how I feel Don't be loose with that ball
'Cause I'ma run off with a steel I done put them shoes up
Feel like a vet out in that field Ain't no canvas on the scene
But we had left it with a spill You see me and I see you
You better go with your first move I spent some racks with the plug
These niggas out here buyin' shoes And they slimin' out they own kind
Niggas thinkin' that shit cool Caught him slippin
He got hit up with that blrrrrdd and made the news
Do the dash and the whip I damn near had broke the trans
Ridin' in that fishbowl Got his brain left on his mans
Niggas claimin' that it's smoke But at first, they was some fans
As if lil' buddy ass get wack' They gon' put it on your hands
Keep on yappin' bout that money But can't show it where your bands
And they be quick to tell your business That's why I ain't got no friends
You cross me once, bet not think twice About tryin' to get another chance
And now I remember when I was down Ain't nobody lend' a hand
They ain't hear me when I was talkin' You think I care about what you sayin'
Shit gon' get wet past ugly If a nigga keep on playin
I can't show none of my cards So I went and played my hand
You can say that you do But I know you don't understand
I'm still healin' from it still PTSD with them memories
Reminiscin' bout a drill Feel like the king of the hill
It was nights that I ain't eat But I swear I ain't have a meal
I know some youngins that'll kill And they'll do that shit for real
Most of them young niggas ain't solid me And my gang, some like some steel
Know some youngers that'll kill They'll pop your top for real
Know I'm ten toes in that field Catch a bitch like, what's the deal
Bitch, I'll sell your mama Bitch, I'll sell your granny
It don't fuck bout who it is Pussy bitch, I want that money
Seen that fire, ain't got the runnin' I'm in the trap house goin' numbin
Say he dead, but know he wasn't Bitch, I'ma slide about my brothers
Every time we makin' hits Leave with folks ass in that ditch
See me stalkin' in the midst Me and Dre got some kicks
Everything come off the top Only thing, push me in
If we miss that bitch the first time Just know we spin again
Pull that dope off out the stash She like, baby, what that is
This that shit right here That make them junkies steal your shit
Stop speakin' on the do it And the bitch get off my dick
That nigga ass music soundin' like some shit
Written by:
coy rainey, kevin saxton
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