Dying Breed

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Uh
Uh Lulcamerin0 on the beat

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm the last of a dying breed uh
Feds hit the house ain't find shit uh
Labels they want me to sign I ain't sign shit
I'ma ice on my neck bitch I need diamonds
Watch out for the snakes in the grass they gon' sneak up behind you
Had to stash in the covers when no one could find you
And the hate in the hood but they say they behind me
It's one in the head nigga keep her beside me
And the junkies they comin' they walk back and forth
I was totin' the rock I had trials on the court
I had Perc's in my dip I got held at the porch
And I served her a stick but I gave her a short
Uh, these niggas lie in your face, uh
I took it to trial and they gave me a date
And he said that he was high but the Percocet fake
If I make it in rap I'ma leave it to faith

[Verse]
Uh, them young niggas slide in the Wraith
Uh, I'm blowin' smoke to the stars and I think
Put him on ice leave him dead at the rink
He gon' catch him a body then bleach in the sink
I'm from the apartments the buildings uh
Outside sellin' matilda
And my auntie she call me like [?]
And I'm fakin' this life bitch I'm shootin' and killin'
Uh, we got clips like Triller, uh
Too many pounds I sell them to dealers
Bitch I'm a menace I'm badder then Dennis
And bro got fifty they gave him a sentence
Uh, I made a bag in these Balmains
I brought crack to the ball game
In the trap house boomin', pounds in
Door swing, young niggas grippin' them guns when the door ring
Uh, bitch they gon' play and rewind this shit
Car fast 12 can't chase this whip
Outside makin' a double I'm makin' a flip
And the labels keep callin' I'm takin' a trip
I'm in the driveway stay with the fiends
Five in a week two weeks that's ten in my jeans
And the feds hit the lights I flee
Trap house filled up bitch I'ma send out a P

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm the last of a dying breed uh
Feds hit the house ain't find shit uh
Labels they want me to sign I ain't sign shit
I'ma ice on my neck bitch I need diamonds
Watch out for the snakes in the grass they gon' sneak up behind you
Had to stash in the covers when no one could find you
And the hate in the hood but they say they behind me
It's one in the head nigga keep her beside me
And the junkies they comin' they walk back and forth
I was totin' the rock I had trials on the court
I had Perc's in my dip I got held at the porch
And I served her a stick but I gave her a short
Uh, these niggas lie in your face, uh
I took it to trial and they gave me a date
And he said that he was high but the Percocet fake
If I make it in rap I'ma leave it to faith