Bankrollreese - Key 2 Blow

Yeah 146 Niggas know how this shit get
Yeah talk my shit to y'all for this one time
I say, Put a target on a nigga let em see how this k feel
Niggas stab you in the back cause they ain't real
Really I was trappin long nights tryna make scrill
Now I'm the phone with labels tryna make deals
It's a lot of pain in my heart that I can't feel
Tell them niggas free my nigga cause he ain't squeal
Nigga I ah fuckin crash the whip before the drank spill
Posted on the block daily you don't know how that paint feel
Name a trapper I can't out trap
Like Fuck the rap but name a rapper out rap
Before the rap I been had racks let me announce that
I pop out with new drip how you pronounce that
Shit They don't even know
I Put my people on they say that I'm the key to blow
I'm Heavy weight can get you fronted bout a ki a blow
I Seen how the feds come I'm tryna keep it low
(Shhhhh)
Aye I seen how the feds come Im tryna keep it low
Aye but I be getting death threats so I keep it close
Fuck them niggas speaking on me
I'm Airing shots up out the jeep you think you creepin on me
Aye bruh a ham then I ain't tryna link wit homie
Ain't finna beef wit niggas tryna call the people on me
Aye But lately I been feelin like the reaper on me
Cant trust my niggas cut em off watch shit get steep for homie
Niggas tryna slime me out we used to dream of Rollie's
I stopped picking up the phone they say I'm being phony
Free Sco if shit was switched i ah do that time fa you
Now every I reminisce I pour a line fa you
I Woulda walked em down and looked em in his eyes fa you
I keep shit g, swear I won't ever tell no lies to you
I'm the last nigga standing ain't no suprise to me
Shit crazy I gotta wonder who gone ride for me
When it's time don't do no crying fa me
Load them choppas and bitch go catch a homicide fa me
You know I gotta run a couple Ms First
Before the field bitch was shootin in them gyms first
I Drop a deuce to ease to the pain this shit still hurt
But knowing I ain't slide bout my nigga I ah feel worse
They ask who the realist bitch I'm Live in the flesh
No IG my young niggas gone get live for a check
Quit working shit I feel I can't survive off a check
Never fold 146 they know I'm dyin bout respect
I'm Still in the streets this shit be head first
I can't step with niggas you ain't got no leg work
I can't Jeff I catch a opp you know he dead first
He erased like a fuck a pencil make this led work
Mannnn
Niggas hear me on this bitch dawg, Listed though
Its a line between the real and the fake
Either you real or you ain't
Yeah, Never Fold 146
Know how this shit get and if you don't you better find out
Bitch and if you don't you better find out

Written by:
Maurice Clark

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