K. Corleone - This ain't 2016 (Intro)

I keep it real I keep it gutta
They use to keep me all up on the bench
Now I'm just running plays up in the rucker
I was the look out man up on a hit
Now I be hopping out cause I'm the runner
I use to hide them blicks up in the crib
Now I be grabbing pipes just like a plummer
You wasn't fucking with a nigga then
Please don't be asking for my fucking number
You ain't gotta worry bout me fitting in
Imma be shooting shit all fucking summer
Bitch we got sigs chops f&ns
We finna bury bodies in the dumpster
He talking shit he get hit with a plunger
Shorty too young I don't play for the thunder
If you wanna slide get in with me
4 in 1 month dirk nowitzki
Hit with a 10 mitch trubisky
2 4s in a crush frank kaminsky
You get a bullet
You get a bullet
You get a bullet
I'm oprah winfrey
If you want it imma let him have it
Throwing bullets got him catching passes
Yo brother a buck like my name thanasis
Keeping it tuck then I hop out blasting
Shoot right through the glass
You gon pull off crashing
Shit on the news
I don't know what happened
I keep the pump on the back of the seat
Do him like he ricky
Get shot off his feet
We spinned on his top Control alt delete
This better be free or I'm robbing the beat
Spinning them blocks all the way to the city
He wanna do fed time like he diddy
Spitting that crack shout out that nigga bibby
Them niggas gon run
They trynna get shifty
Imma have fun I pull out my blicky
The one with the drum you know it hold 50
He really scared no wonder he pissy
That nigga dead just look at him twitching
Them niggas fed you know I got vision
Go right ahead you'd be dead on a mission
Kicking that shit imma run it back
These niggas pussy they thundercats
Don't even know how to hold the strap
Better be safe or you gon get wacked
Woke up a monster I get active
They yelling somebody stop the madness
I won't be stopped til they slay the dragon
You'll get it soon it just take some practice
It's all about reps til you up and blast it
Go throw a party when they dump the casket
Then I pick off all the pallbearers
Old and the youngest all eras
Halloween fall terror
Michael myers tall fella

Written by:
Kenneth Scott

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