AR-AB, Harry Fraud and Dark Lo - Vultures
Intro (Dark Lo)
I feel this shit in my heart, I feel this type of shit , feel me?
Riding on the E way swervin', daydreamin' and shit
RIP to everybody man, the whole squad
Harry Fraud, these songs we gonna do this shit right
It's Dark Lo the crook
Verse 1 (Dark Lo)
We all vultures, stomp a nigga out, yall roaches
They let a nigga out, then I got focused
This like a chip on my shoulder when I wrote this
This like a chick, when i hold her, and i felt the shit
Check my documentary, my name been here for centuries
You know I came in Bentleys, you know my heart so empty
I seen a dead body first in elementary
It fuck you up mentally, went to the streets eventually
When your life is scripted, you stand on shit and then you contradict it
Type of shit you can't fix it
Rest in peace Rell, he built me from the district
He had beef, I came thru with some misfits
Like a drum bangingg, I'm in my hood
Kids said Im famous, ya mama said i'm dangerous (Cant hang with me)
I was down Cambridge, yall dudes Wrestlemania (yall fake)
I'm from Philly but I rep the whole Pennsylvania
Verse 2 (AR - AB)
I just got a call for a brick or two
Its 21 a bake on the 62
Cookies on my plate, come and get a few
Extendo in this forty playing peek-a-boo
Abdominal fluid garlic and soda
I could pack a trap house without a promoter
44 bullets inside of the Cobra
To kill a half a million you gotta be sober
I was online before a computer
18 years old putting 4 in a ruler
My dad sold dope I was sort of influenced
Give a fuck about your money Im supporting the shooters
Me and Po' had a plan and its coming' to life
I'm giving Lo a hundred bands or it wouldn't be right
I hated last drought, had to pay down the line
It say 252 when I'm weighing the nine
Nigga touch one of mines and those bodies gonna double
I'll send a hit squad , you give Kazi' some trouble
If they shoot at me , know I got a rebuttal
I fucked her at her mans house , and I got her in trouble
Rather shovel shit then get work from a rat
I wouldn't serve one a ball if he offered a stack
I'm on I-76 with a bird on my lap
Glock-17 I'm a surgeon with that
Written by:
Abdul Ibrahim West, Charles Salley, Matt Carrillo, Rory William Quigley
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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