CROW LIFE, ROTTEN WORLD (feat. Zotiyac)

[Verse 1: Swerzie]

I am not friends with you rappers

Rotten my gang, that's the only exception

They cannot see what is in my perception

I'm finna put the rap game in recession

All y'all food like I'm at the concession

"Swerzie the goat", they gon' say in confession

If you want problems, no beef my obsession

I'll fuck on your life, have your mom in depression

Walk with a Glock, and like Stacks imma pull out

I don't do rules, fighting clean imma rule out

My bitch she text me, said I need to cool out cause we both know that I am bout pulling the tool out

This is not [?] but this chopper get silly

This kick could go dumb, imma bring the whole fool out

Labels, they blowing my phone on the daily cause they know that I am bout bringing that mool out

Draco, it come with a pistol grip handle

I'm finna light this bitch up like a candle

Shooting the parking lot, making a scandal

Now 12 on my ass cause they know I'm a vandal

Two straps on me like a Birkenstock sandal

Shading my name and my city get cancelled

Standing against me, you bout to get trampled

Look at my rivals from back as examples

I don't like talking, I like to go run up

You hear me talking, you better have your gun up

I got to war from tonight till the sun up

I will not stop till I know that y'all done up

All y'all hating, man, go get y'all fuzz up

You try to pass me, my team, they gon' one up

Rotten my clique, they whole city wan' hunt us

And they trying to join cause there's legends among us



[Verse 2: Zotiyac]

38 on me, I'm making a statement

I'm in your state, n***a, show me your statements

Just stand right there, we gon' leave your shit bacon

Try me, I'm doing your man in like Peyton

N***a be talking bout all of this shit on the internet, when they see me, they don't mean it

I got a bullet fuck n***a gon' intercept if he do attempt to try intervening

Bullet gon' hit through the top of the beamer

Get your head hit, it's gon' split like Melina

We shot out his thighs, gon' knock out his femur

Your homie an op, heard that boy work for FEMA

N***a know I keep the Tommy like Dreamer

Rotten the steamer, hop out and eat ya

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New DE, knock that boy out them Adidas

I don't like talking, I like to get cracking

I wasn't taught how to show no compassion

See your homie? Chalk him if he ever lacking

We ain't gon act, you gon' get a reaction

Aye, and it's like that, try gang, ain't no getting your life back

This flame on my hip, imma light that

Feel the pain from this bitch 'fore them lights flash