Karma Kame bri

Reporting live from the 609
Pitching dimes
Nigga we aint kin
Y'all be eatin swine
Crucify
Half ass rappers tryna get at me
Gave my young boy a bag told him make em run like athletes
Got stats off the pack
Plugs in various states
Skipping meals throughout the day
Still got a lot on my plate
A lot of stress on the mind
Sum niggas they crossed the line
But swear when it's my time
They'll be starving when I dine
Dylon dylon dylon I'm top 5
Number 4, 3 , 2 and then one it's all mine
This shit is like a gift n a curse n the same rhyme
Cuz I express the pain without sacrificing the grind
Uhh

It's been a fuckin minute if I let u tell it
I took a couple losses n I found the lessons
But when ya main ones start to have u question if them niggas ridin or not
U gotta hit the exit
Get out the car Trey
U ain't built for that
Had real dope inside the trunk but we skipped the straps
My nigga made a rack off a 40 pack
The Oxy cut with heron so they comin back
That lil shit u talkin man that shit is cap
These niggas main homies is some fuckin rats
It's niggas out here that get caught wit straps
Nigga scream free him on the book
He home next day
24 hours flat
These niggas claim the town
But we know where niggas is at
Always run they mouth
But I know where the blickys is at
I could point you to it
Like dora the Mexican map
Right over there
Y'all squares queers cry on the gram all fuckin day
Ya homie died you on IG live U ain't let it spray
If you shooting why ya eyes close u tryna meditate
Levitate most of these fuck niggas would hesitate

Medicate hitek lean before I congregate
Put ya face on a tshirt
Make em commemorate
You coulda been sum fuck nigga but u turn 2 snake
Piss at ya wake
Spit on ya grave
N then I skate