Bronx Bars Banned

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[Verse 1: Axel Leon] Hello, hello, hello America They thought I fell off, but hello, what do they know? Yeah they know, they know I carry [?] Halo, halo, there goes an angel And no, they won't show that respect to us Unless we send for them a put a check on 'em So I paid [?] bro to check on 'em (do-do-do) Gillette, make a check on 'em, [?] bro he's on the payroll I do not play unless you promise you do not forfeit We make movies out the Benz, Jeep wagon, lotta horses G5 box ridin' if it's not Porsches Look like a bunch of floatin' boxes out the box office Empowered by the higher power I'm acknowledged by the higher up, I'm at my highest up It gets no higher like the top offer You say you biased, you just like Hova Same shit, he's a giant of his time and I'm a giant in my prime Bof us, I like [?] pies over hotdogs Rap circles 'round rappers, run laps around writers Rap Purp and Thug's masters, spit fire, fuck lighters Light blunts for my half, I been blunt, I buzz guns like fuck fightas One shot, fuck fightin', whole world tryna fight us We intense, cramped up like arthritis So fuckin' gassed up I caught the itis (Full of myself) [Verse 2: Fred da Godson] We got the coroner (coroner) I got shooters surroundin' your cousins, its not the warriors I give 'em chicken, make my enemies duck Semis tucked, it's ten degrees in the Infiniti truck Amenities, [?] just accessories for murda Get in an M with me and you'll be an accessory to murda Bullets the size of chopsticks, PF Chang's Clip drum lookin' like I let a [?] hang I'm in the car, son, got it in my pants (pants) I get to sparkin' usin' both my hands (hands) I got my arson, hope my gun'll jam (jam) I'm a Godson, not the Son of Sam The [?] and the avalanche Anagrams over ambulance, Atlanta'll be my alibi [?] [Verse 3: Reef Hustle] R-E-E-F Hustle, Def Russell Puff, hey, enough change, they can't touch you Crush chains, plus range, now they love you Stuntin' babes and frontin' waves, now they suck you Enough thangs them Bucks came with the space bubble I sustain from sus lames and stay subtle 'Cause front stage, you front page They tell you to fuck pain, there's no trust, mane To my retirement, hustlers say I'm inspirin' Rappers say they admirin' [?] But I am in such a violent environment I don't vibe with the violent, I just ride when the sky is dim Hmm, it's truth to the myth, now who woulda missed? I got your broad movin' her hips, no Uber or Lyft I want it all, word to crackheads that only bag bread My flow two degrees, two MCs, my nigga, ask Fred And with that said, we are Lights out, PR body 'em, DR [?] is so on You're under my arms like a roll-on My flow you tryna jack it like I was puttin' my coat on But so um, I'm up in this bitch like I was forced to punch up My past like a stepdad, my boy's a motherfucker I pull up in the tan Phantom and leave 'em paraplegic at random, I can't stand 'em (can't stand 'em!) [Verse 4: David Bars] A shiny star, my future bright, came here to act up The whole world could go dark and I'd light it back up The gift of gab, it's not my fault these niggas mad Don't ever slip in all my shit, go call for backup I don't believe in good or bad luck, either you workin' or you not If not you gotta catch up, the numbers don't match up God flow but I'm pastor Levelled, they try to put me under until they realized They under the mastiff Fully-loaded clip like a gun been walkin' 'round master Been made money, then it make sense, ain't no sense gettin' passed up I opened up a new chapter, your favorite's favorite rapper Favoritism, rapper's favorite, the same if I say it backwards Leave you in back of the woods after you get smoked like a Backwood I leave the crime scene clean, I'm that good, we that hood, shit You know the difference where my verse is written, bible flow This verse is lifted, higher power, third division It's Bars