Sakacity - Misfits (feat. X3n, Adi & Tzu)

Step outside and into suicide doors
With the gang we 'bout withdrawals
Pull it out but want some more
VIBE TRIBE NIGGA
Okay we not the type of niggas to speak it out
If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about
These guys throwing bitch fits, tell me you peep the blouse
Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house
We not the type of niggas to speak it out
If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about
These guys throwing bitch fits, tell me you peep the blouse
Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house
If thou shalt not lie then why they sleeping on me
If that dirt ain't on your hands then why you speaking on it
Nah, I ain't a killer
'Less you give me a reason homie
I see you breathing my air
Oh, that give me a reason don't it
Tribe take ya city over
Nothing move 'less we condone it
Whole crew keep the piece
Shabbat shalom shit
Knock, knock who's home then
Pop, pop ya dome split
Click, clack reloaded
Better skit skat when the chrome lift
Pat Pat that whole clip
Ratta tat, who's next like a song skip
Okay we not the type of niggas to speak it out
If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about
These guys throwing bitch fits, tell me you peep the blouse
Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house
Man, I been slaving over this stove
But I got no beef to cook in my notes
Nigga when I get to jugging
And they get to looking
They be feeling shooken, I know
Tell you when you get to booking I grow
Prominently push the reason i'm pro
Never will I be mistooken
Ima leave a foot print on the back of people I told
Uh
Ima bring it back now yea
City on my back now yea
No I ever back down yea
Spitting on the facts now yea
Spending all my racks now yea
Uh
I never change over
Im killing the game over
Im whipping the Range Rover
And switching the lane over
The Rari the same moter
I promise you, ain't sober
I lay on the same sofa
The comets arrange nova
Goddamn
I aint here to play no more
Tell everybody Saka ain't sane no more
Im coming from the bottom of the bucket
And I swear that ima run it up until and nigga ain't no more
You come in my town and talking that mad loud
I run in a bad crowd
Put you in the background
My niggas will lash out
They pulling the bag out
They coming to flash out
They coming to
Pull the top back down
Hit the block spin round
Make the glock switch sounds
At ya top no crown
Young nigga with them demons
Pullin rugers n shit
Heard a nigga want the smoke like a chimney n shit
Tint black in the lac
No mask with the pack
On the hunt to catch a opp slippin
Fuckin with the team we in a different divisions
Shots get to ringing to fuck up a nigga vision
You can’t vibe with the tribe cause we at y’all necks
Fuck bout a check we keep our glocks in yo bitches breast
This point lead to a test my shit talking is at all time best
Cause bitch niggas won’t stop the hating like a periods next
Cause nigga it’s mine fuck bout a line
Killing these niggas it’s homicide time
Im outta my mind I get what is mine
My glock got a fin this aint adventure time
Put shots in his spine the block after 9
We creep in the dark and pop out like surprise
Pull up in my bucket, causin a ruckus when I’m in the function
I’m on my fuck shit, ima smash on a nigga, he no longer functions
Gamble your life, I tried to tell em now damn it he dying
Ambulance flying, mammy be crying
You shoulda just listened, the damage is final
Out here sippin black, to the face, sickly
Triggers flash, empty place quickly
Sicker than magic johnson, new bitch is thicker than action Bronson
Pause
The mission is blast and conquer
Step in the building, it’s catastrophic
Repping and killing these rappers often
Hell of a spitter, you hooked on phonics
I’m a monster, ain’t none iller, been this sick ever since I was delivered
Mixing up my liquor then I take it to my liver
The picking of the litter, got a nigga feelin bitter
I know y’all hate me lately, still can’t slay me
Flame where page be, mayne spit rabies
Kill a motherfucker, to the afterlife
And if I miss, ain’t never trippin, ima grab the knife

Written by:
Chris Goins, Cody Jacob, Devin Nash, Xzavier Dillard

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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