KHK Tre - Street Talk

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Lyrics:
I come from a place you don't wanna be
I come from a place you don't wanna see
Got a couple of niggas who ride for me,
Got a couple of demons inside of me
Got a couple of ninas that's right by me,
Got a black ski mask on the side of me
All you niggas be capping, like you want that static, but you ain't never been in action
Stick to rapping about money, cause you just got hundreds,
you ain't got a single shred of talent
You say anything otherwise, then I pull the shotgun
Man you would think I'm playing Madden,
Make his ass disappear like it's magic, I just flamed on that bitch like a dragon
Shoot his ass, man his new name is basket
Popping up for your talk like a caption
I'm tired of you niggas, who act like you cold
All you do is throw some shit together
You get treated like the start of Cinderella
So stop all that capping like you getting better
Y'all ain't really rapping, man you reading letters
That just happen to rhyme, hell yeah, bitch I'm stomping your drive
Never met you, but I'm about to say bye, to your dead ass
Then all your fans, who you thought was with you, they gone be dead last
Cause your career just got sent to garbage, and nigga you dead trash
I been tried to tell you, Rap ain't for everybody, and I won't feel bad
For making fun of your little attempts, to get attention man you need you a Blimp
Anyway
I been hearing a lot of talk from a fake BD, that don't know how to walk
Put a couple inside his top, now he really got a cold heart
This is just where the show start, man I'll really a blow part
of his body off, now you Lefty you got to learn how to walk
I don't care about this little faggot, fuck your set nigga, all of the static
is what I want, Pull up to your hood, all black, with a heavy coat
And that 40 will snatch your soul, Shang Tsung what I call it, when I let that ratchet blow
Or I can just call my bro, orange niggas be on your ass, y'all dropping like dominos
We yelling out Vámonos, and then it's time to Ghost
I'll slap death off your shoulder nigga, then act like i own you nigga
Bruce Jenner, I can really see the hoe in niggas
Connect 4, these shots that I owe you nigga
Come vote how you wanna die like Elections
Want the four-five or the Smith & Wesson
Want the M-Nine or the Mac-Eleven
Either way your ass get sent to Heaven
I'll escort you straight to god, Your passport is the bullets that I shot
Lyrics staying on point like a dot, extort you for everything you got
So stop talking out, little nigga is you barking now
You ain't shooting me, see guns you can't talk about
All you do is shoot the breeze, like lets talk it out
So tworaw get your nigga, or his body what they chalking out