Let It Be Known

[Verse 1 - Leach]
Hit em with a hit in the back of the head
And the fresh of the pain that'll go to your head
Like cash, it'll pay, they don't want them friends
I'm printing off the page, I'm keeping it fresh

In my mind I'm gone so I'm flipping it all
I'm a creep in the streets but the heat that's cold
They don't ever wanna be, people never wanna hear
Disappears, I'm weak and I mind, I'm wrath

There's room for us and everyone parked where we're supposed to be
I'm supposed to be creeping, poking, G, smoking green
I spin clean, we've been nipped by youse, a damn vise
And my mind's always right, like I don't decline my high sprain

Hide in the streets cause here I come, I got the minigun
Up in my palm and now you'll never stop until I'm done
I dope the dome, on the run, riding shotgun
In the home, with my homie Skinny-D with Yung Revival on the gunky

[Verse 2 - Skinny-D]
Running a pump in the check
Better be bringing your bulletproof vest
Gonna be bottling all of the rest
Never don't place on my 9 so don't pesk

Skinny-D, little beats, Yung Revival with you next
Now every day we going hella hard on the damn tracks

Get you a lyrical whiplash
So send em, sit down and you kick back
Witness the wickedness all over one
Lacerate him and we hit that

Laughin', the perverts are griftin', I'm passin', we're high in the outer space
Hit em with the venom and get em in the face

Sit back and I pop it, I'ma put a pulse and pop it and drip it and bloodily shove it and shove it, I've broken em all, apocalyptically fuckin' em up and I get it, breakin' their neck and smokin' a puff in the hall

Doing everything like, teach a damn child

Ignore the hate, every day I smoke crone
Better be racking enough, war, get the fuck on

[Verse 3 - Yung Revival]
Let it be known, we get a zone
Whippin' attackin' that fuck in the bone
Bitch I get it done, look at the dome
I'm boutta get all these haters a song

Spittin' my kick and then poppin' the wicket
Come and pop with it, I sit up without the complete
You took it like a chicken, not what you think, shit
Take it until this is focused, they whip it

Enter the scene, then give up the weed
You thinkin' you bump but y'all hope it's the king
True but the bean is shooting a beam
Partisan pop it, I'll take it again

Went to chopping at the cone, cause the fuckers insane
Think of the dippin', then think of the game
They pop it, they focus, I beat you the same
You're talkin' that shit but it's back at the bane

We took on you man, but though they could do
They could do, they could do, wicked and pickin' this bitch
Cause I'm boutta teach
Look at the bitches, they certainly jujitsu, took it, the bitch

Cause I'm boutta go, what the fuck hoe?
Check out the bone, niggas are gone
We're getting it sown, yeah
They're takin' the fuck at the bone, let it be known