Cu.B.A .OG - Intro (Co-prod. Reknation)

Gimme that dark shit like a horrorcore
I done seen some shit like a horror dome
But the way that a nigga is feeling a nigga gotta be putting on
You can tell how a nigga eyes low
Ain't no telling what type of shit I'm on
How many times I gotta say don't fuck with me
It'll be luckily if you put one in me
You'll gonna jeopardize living luxury
Better hope your niggas ain't the Valkyrie
Cause a mothafucka got some real hittas that'll bust guns and guts for me
Imma real spitta ima always deliver
Never sidelining bank like a river
Imma chase the bag imma go getta
And Imma bury you all but hold up nigga
They say that I'm outta my mind
Outta my zone I'm out on my own
And all of my actions are outta control
What did you say what did you think
Fuck do you mean take a lil drink
As your mind fade into blank
I'm watching your soul drifting away
But maybe get carried away
I was thinking it was a cult meeting so I brought all the kool aid
Pour up now but you gotta say your grace
Let me know when you feeling it cause death is a fucking race

Written by:
ERIC B, BRET LOVER, BRETT LOVER, ERIC BARRIER

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