Kidd Adamz - DEAD RINGERZ (feat. Product Of The City)

Ayo Christ, turn me up some huh

Smokin' on gas, it's element
The work in the trash, let's bring it in
I went & cut off the middle man
500 just for the pinky ring
Smokin' this gas, burn the pain away
Shit, how much I made today
All of my niggas done paved a way
You know I had to say it
But fuck it nigga, we gon' get it regardless
You don't wanna' be in front of that target
You don't wanna' be the 1 that get caught
You don't wanna' be the 1 that we stalkin
I had to leave all that shit behind me
Cause it's killers right there
In the whip behind me
I can't be tellin' 'em shit about you
Cause these niggas right there
They'll kill about me
Yuh, look, I ain't really tryna' make friends
Told Product gotta' hit a play
Find a way for us to make M's
Gotta' watch it when you walk by
Best believe I never walk light
Ice got me gettin' frostbite,
Saw the coke lookin' off-white, yeah

It's the same nigga from the parking lot
Keep my ears open, I don't talk a lot
Feel the pain nigga, in my veins nigga
Blew it all at the Prada shop
Hit a stain nigga, switchin' lanes nigga
Were you there when we ran
And they called the cops
Got some money & stress, now I smoke a lot
Broke a lot of promises, that hurt a lot
Lost a real nigga on the New Years
Posted up on the block
When I heard all the shots
Don't gotta' throw names
If we live it or not
You know what you don't
Can't go figure it out
Switch up the hustle, got bigger amounts
She got a ring if it fit in her mouth
I done put niggas in situations to get bags
And instantly switchin' for clout
Niggas was broke & they couldn't smoke
But when fuckin' with me
They was pinchin' the pounds
I got the flow, I invented it now
Jordan River, either drip or you drown
Funny niggas always fuckin' with clowns
Twitter fingers turn to lettin' off rounds
No killin' the beats, I'm defendin' my crown
Full Circle 'til I'm dead in the ground

Written by:
Van-Adam Pierre

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