T.F x Local Astronauts - Terminator (Intro)

We war bound don't bring the semi's
We gotta bring the choppers with the titties

We gotta send a message to the city
If they innocent they off limits damn who raised you lil niggaz

We sliding three deep it's only rage that we feeling
All I see is red fuck the consequences

Trigger finger itching gotta leave this whole hundred empty
Turn they set day picnic to Hell's Kitchen

Fire engines flying by imagine a momma crying
Holding her son he was visiting from college

No apologies accepted guillotine off with his head
His homies blowing up my line tryna offer his head

Them bridges burnt up niggaz bet not call me again
They said they whooped him already well we Gone dog him again

Him and his man prolly even wack his next of kin
Yea I know he don't bang but he was there

Yea I feel it in the air wind chill soothing my tears
I ain't been back an hour yet might don't see me in years

Fuck it my get away driver been kinda lucky
We been side by side with the pigs and he ain't budging

We been sliding for a minute still ain't seen nothing
Hold up there them niggaz go right there my scene Coming

Cut the lights off bend the block they at the burger stand
I feel like Dough Boy when Ricky got did yea this sh*t Real

Bounced out let it rain out blew a brain out
Tore his knee off street fighter that yoga flame out

Niggaz crawling off turn yo punk ass over
The homies yelling from the car fuck that nigga it's over

Written by:
Jasmine Sweets, Mychal Hatch

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