Lyrics

[Verse 1] You're talking like a thug and how you shot 'caine Talking like you pop chains Walkin' like you talk until you swapped lanes Ever since you've got a girl you rock chains Every link and every other chain she bought I promise you I got brains Look into your eyes and I could spot shame Ug-ly and blot stained Look into the sky and I could stop rain Look into your lies and then I've got pain You're the kinda guy who prays to god And when he died he still got flamed You're the kinda guy to talk shit Just for the blocks name Say you wanna live forever blud This is not fame You're desperatе to mingle with the top name Say thе wrong words I'll leave you burning in the heights of my octanes Nice but I'm ice cold Best when I dodge flames Coulda brung my dogs But I'd rather bring a dog chain Leave you in a reservoir Swimming in your own brain Bringing you the gods pain Everything you do you do in gods name Every time you lie it brings the gods shame And every time you spit It's just another hitch in gods game Imagine I was Constantine Coming with the god flame And bun a couple fassy I'd be happy if that job paid Tellin' 'em you body slam raps and run a hot game You never body slammed no raps You belly flopped fame Tellin' 'em you're dicing with death You're in the spot terrain You never diced death in your life You probably chopped grain Tellin' them you're runnin' the streets And got the block tame You never run a thing in your days Until the cops came Telling them you're bunnin' the B You've got the top strain You'd never bun a thing in your life Until the rocks came So who ya tellin' what, when and where 'Cause when the shots rained You was on the floor like you got maimed Paralysed a shot's strayed Never even came into a shots range You're nuttin' but an F Not a G, If you got brains You should disappear perhaps None of us are here to chat I'm comin' like a runaway train You better clear the tracks Comin' with the truth And every liar better fear the facts You build your empire on lies And try and be a pack 'Cause dumb, deaf and blind So they never see or hear the facts When the truth creeps up Sick of sittin' near the back All you ever do is smear the facts Then I hear your raps Rapping like an actor Tryna fight for in the theatre bag Lookin' like you're boho-chic Sounding near to whack Brother with the whip holds back And you can hear the snap Crackle pop rappers get slapped When I'm near the pack Chessa Chessama for real Time to steal it back [Hook] Told us they was strapping the Glocks It's nuttin' real fam They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz It's nuttin' real fam They run around all bad on the blocks It's nuttin' real fam You're runnin' from the truth when it drops They're nuttin' real blud They told us they was strapping the Glocks It's nuttin' real fam They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz It's nuttin' real fam They run around all bad on the blocks It's nuttin' real fam You're runnin' from the truth when it drops They're nuttin' real blud [Verse 2] This whole thing is hazardous Tryna make a gun sound glamorous Young favour guns over Nazareth I'm feelin' more concerned With these closed-circuit cameras And self liberation and such And every hundred MC's Only ten of them are deep So I'm tryna stay awake While the rest of them all sleep While the best of them Are tryna wrestle - destiny repeats And reality returns Where the best in me will heed [Hook] They told us they was strapping the Glocks It's nuttin' real fam They told us they were runnin' the shotz It's nuttin' real fam They run around all bad on the blocks It's nuttin' real fam You're runnin' from the truth when it drops They're nuttin' real blud They told us they was strapping the Glocks It's nuttin' real fam They're telling us they're shottin' their shotz It's nuttin' real fam They run around all bad on the blocks It's nuttin' real fam You're runnin' from the truth when it drops They're nuttin' real blud