Da Juan Tfr - Revenge of the Gang (feat. Lil A.J. x Don-E)

Bitch, I'm coming for your neck
Ya hear my name, like ya mom, show it respect
You see my team, we don't do too much to flex
I hate when niggas fabricate and then pretend
They going for the win, this that revenge
We the best, was doing shows
And rock them hoes all to death
We had yo baby mama running out of breath
I wanna go to fam and ask him
"Where the checks?"
But now we grown, I put that shit to rest
Look what we had started
Now niggas dropping shit like they the hardest
I guess somewhere along with time must had forgotten
That we niggas from the mud slum apartments
That'll drag you through yo motherfuckin' carpet
I'm an artist
I speak what I only see in my department
I speak for only my niggas and any whoever bothered
This is just for them crackers
Really thinking we bothered
Thinking we feel lethargic
When really them bitches heartless
Nigga to tell the truth
These bitches will lie to you
Tell granny, mama, and daddy
"Don't worry, I got the juice"
They know the fucking drill
Ain't worried 'bout power tools
When coops can come with no roof
They blue and coming in twos
Nigga this rigor mortise
That shit you flush down the toilet
Niggas think they supportive
When insufficiently funded
Bitch I come with no warning
This river constantly flowing
And when I'm done with recording
These niggas ready to forfeit
Whoo!

I Travel along follow my own path
Mind my business I'm my own staff
Matter of fact I'm Scotty Pippin with the long pass
'Bout to assist these niggas on some shit that's gon last
Toe tags for every instrumental that the Flow snag
We at they necks until they throats gag
I'm good with words so tell these niggas up they vocabs
I need my checks filled up in both bags
And I see the debates 'bout who's best
When really niggas both trash
I sit back and laugh
Jotting on my notepad
Let's make another hit
Fuck it, it's just me and Chris
No, we did not use a hook
Someone teach us how to fish
Someone teach me how to point the fake out like it's counterfeit
At first sight, fresh like the first Mike
Bitch I'm ballin'
Drop some shit and don't know what to call it
You stalling'
That some shit we do not get involve with BOY!
Got them Hornets with me even in New Orleans BOY!
They like "A.J. what's the word?"
Shit, I can't call it BOY!
In this bitch turnt up to the max
Rather invest a quick 10
'Fore I trick it off a sac
Straight up!

I been living my life
I been fighting demons facing darkness in the light
Got so many reasons why it's hard to steer right
'Bout to lose control now
I can't let it go now
Never sell my soul now

Written by:
Adrian Jones, Brandall Towns, Christopher Ikerd

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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