Lame Duck [Shahin Remix]

Hook 1 Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck

Verse 1 Tru Trilla
I leave no survivors, flow molten lava
Who the best from Newark to Budapest you a liar
I rip your poster
Piss on your stage burn your flyer
We’ll fly through your car window, shoot out the tyres
You ain’t hot dog, no papaya
You're boxed off like a flat top
Chopped up like crack rock
Bagged up in my stash spot
Flow dangerous, we a lock out tag
Short upper cut will shock you
You get knockеd out fast
Shot the fuck up, cos your ass hopped out last
You got the smartеst mouth
The dumbest one in the class, scared to read out loud
Cos everybody’ll laugh, that shit trash

Hook 2 – Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck

Verse 2 - Fly Kwa
It’s kinda funny some niggas grow they stay the same
I’m blowin' smoke in a new V when I’m changin' lanes
Niggas talk a good game they some sore losers
050 the drug that they all usin'
Gotta push it in the hood the money is comin'
If it’s beef it’s beef, if it’s nothin' it’s nothin'
I turn nothin' into somethin' with some hustles baby
All in the south war goin' fuckin' crazy
Young niggas as well, and they got em choppers
Who the fuck you gonna call, Ras Baraka
We them street soldiers, don’t wanna war with Kwa
We’ll have your whole house surrounded like the warrant squad

Hook 3 Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck

Verse 3 - Prince Ak
They lost in the dark I call it private
The game too dim we can’t alight it
Gems we spit got ‘em excited
Flow yo it’s the tightest, rappers they try and bite it
Ask him, he’ll deny it
Prince Ak he’s the flyest
Genitals riders they on my private
My shock is glow Bruce Leroy
Heroin bars we’re spittin' d boy
We’re the real they the decoy
The real definition of a G Boy
Yeah they rappin' but they don’t write enough
Hear the shit that they spittin' but they ain't as tight as us

Hook 4 Tru Trilla
Out of the dark we came to light it up
Everybody the best but they don’t write enough
Man y’all a mess you better tighten up
Gun in your face too late to hate lame duck