[Verse 1: Scrilla]
Uh
Really from the Zuu, so I know a bunch of monkeys (Uh)
Only dealer from the block, cus they the friends with the junkies (Uh)
N***as hatin' on me them the ones that the brokies
Let that choppa rain, now lets see who get the lowest
Never show emotion when you decimate the slowest
Just another blood clot turn his brains into [?]
Duffel bag in the storage
[?] of body costs a mortgage
N***as dying over greed, but your momma still the poorest
Don't make me pay a visit, fresh flowers from thе florist
[?] on my rhyme like get you hit bеfore the chorus
Dealin' with your demons, man, you live to tell the story
Mind on a billion, I might bust it with my n***as
Cus my [?] bitch I still fuck his little sister
Nails to your coffin when you deviate the system
Hate when pussy n***as leave their kid to be a victim
Man you live your life in pain and reframe from the picture

[Chorus: Scrilla & Denzel Curry ]
Biggie in my rhymes let me talk like I'm Jay (Jay)
Haters want me dead want the deed to my estate
Tell you that you good but pray you never great
And you walkin' through the garden without steppin' on a snake (Uh)
Real can relate put your feelings in a brace (Brace)
Light field great since I value my mistakes (Great)
Walking [?] light when removing dead weight (Uh)
Told God when I'm ready he can meet me at the gates ( Uh, Uh )
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Burce Lee body got Bruce Wanye money on me
UNFINISHED DO NOT EDIT