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[Verse 1 - Likkle T] Satan is filtrating your soul for a scrape of the gold The game's full of hatred and clones Catch a case from a wave of the chrome It's a cold world, worst case when they strain your dome I came up from an eighth of a stone I had to break it in bones Then the feds came and raided my home You can tell from the pain in my tone I was raised up alone Plus this jail had me phased in the zone The streets had me in some fucked up predicaments Catch me in the lane shifting lanes while I'm pivoting Smooth criminal, nothing like Michael J Rise the K, let niggas know from a fly of the eight Cause I ain't never think to quit the game Quit the game, then how am I ever ever meant to sit with Wayne? A young nigga came from gripping chains, whipping caine But won't ever ever hear me snitch a name [Verse 2 - P Dubbz] Okay I need no introduction You know I'm from a slum where They circle round the block twenty times Don't forget to use the gun there The pavement slabs dirty, they're tryna wash and clean it Make a million, manifest everything I'm dreaming They're scheming and leaking to the po-po Now they've got my bruddas in a chokehold Behind bars, nah it ain't a link up Real life thugs, got niggas locked up for life, I can't free them Thirty-five years, that's life with no freedom For my brothers that passed away in Heaven, I see them I can't pretend like it don't happen Niggas strapped, whole heap of ammo, looking for revenge This is my pain, no introduction but this is the end [Verse 3 - Skrapz] Yo it's duffle bag Skrapz, rubber band stacks I be up and down getting money, ask Fatz It's me against the world, I be living like Pac This is real life rap, I don't ever talk crap Yo I done a lot of dirt and now I never look back They can never kill Skrapz, they ain't heavy like that They ain't ready like that They ain't putting hollow tips in the semi like that They ain't heavy like that And in the middle of the day I'll give a man a nightcap Gun's got a kickback You see the likkle .22, it sounds like a hi-hat See this beef that I'm in, I can never rise that He ain't petty like that And if you ever see me pull up on your block in all black Let my dargs out the car and tell 'em "Terrorise that" Skrapz Is Back Part II, you better memorise that .45 in your eyes, nigga analyse that [Verse 4 - Storm Millian] Nigga you are who you say you are until I prove you're not All I do is win-win, you don't want me to lose the plot I'm like the worst drug dealer, thug nigga looking to buss I'm on the curb, a young nigga rolling solo in the cut I promised mum I'm gonna try and change I'm only running down the money, not the finer things Cutting O's, broken homes we'll never have to live in again Young fiends smoking something strong, who's feeling me? Cause I'm killing them Skrapz Is Back Part II, facts is facts Got my niggas to the side and some killers on my back You think you're funny till I ride, kill a nigga, do a runner We get this money, let it slide until I finish my dinner Pushing me to push this beef further I'm a bigger picture thinker if I ever do murder Push the burner out the earner and watch the patties them turn up Mind fucking like these fuckers, ain't no shotters they're workers