Fight

[Chorus]
Bet it feel good with a gun on ya
You ain’t gotta fight when they run on ya
Lookin at this world and it’s too evil
Cause the cowards and the real ones seem equal
[x2]

[Verse 1]
Pulled around the corner
Sorta mortified
Lookin at the shorty like
The span of an aborted life
Hand gripping a corded mic
Bout to fuck shit up
Fist stuck in the core to strike
I don't know what more to write

Mortarboard conformity
Abolish all them overnight
Low key soda spike
Sosa lookin so polite
Loaded for the Comatosin' homie
Only know me cause Im
Mowing thru opponents
And flowing like how the ocean might

Hollup
Y’all know hoodie got hands
Anybody want it
Ain’t no Biggie like a pac fan
If we got into it
Y’all will prolly call the cops and

Start making that noise like a
Motorbike
Tell a bitch
Never suck dick
With an overbite
So polite
I be in the club like
Overnight
Dolomite
Homie lookin at me like he wanna fight
So I gave him
KA RA TE
Like shotokai

[Chorus]
Bet it feel good with a gun on ya
You ain’t gotta fight when they run on ya
Lookin at this world and it’s too evil
Cause the cowards and the real ones seem equal
[x2]

[Verse 2]
I think it's bout time we stop these pop rappers
Fuck these pop rappers
Hip hop does matter to me
Does it matter to you
My crew
If it does
You know what the fuck to do
Put ya blunts in the air
And puff em like yea
Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here
Go to ya show and fuck em up on stage
Tell em hoodie from the cult gang
Bout to get paid

Hollup
We can run the fade bruh
Punch him in the face
Have him praying to his savior

Bitch I am satan
Born out in daygo
Brought out to Vegas
Build it like play doh
This shit make a flat earth
Look spherical
Here we go
In with that
Irritable enemy
1v1 it's like you V 10 of me
Kill yo self and
I’ll let you pretend it’s me

[Chorus]
Bet it feel good with a gun on ya
You ain’t gotta fight when they run on ya
Lookin at this world and it’s too evil
Cause the cowards and the real ones seem equal
[x2]