(AlFilmedIt)

Yeah STL Been acting the same way since potty trained

Don’t bro me if you don’t know me

Bitch I’m from the show me still got 3 bad bitches tryna blow me

I see y’all n***as tryna steal my flow that’s a no no

Don’t make me have to pull up to your show tho

And make that 40 go go

Real shit southside forever

What’d you say Prophet

Throw that shit on

Yuh yuh aye Bitch bitch bitch Yuh

602


([602] Prophet)
Rob a bitch for his Jesus piece

Got him screaming out geez Louise

Stop him out leave my sneakers creased

You ain’t trapping you just flipped some g’s little homies pushing quarter p’s

Big homie out moving keys

If thеre’s an issue you gone Rеst In Peace

So don’t push my buttons you’ll be deceased

Never lied I ain’t deceitful

Dark thoughts I know I’m evil

Beat his ass if he touch my people

Royalty you can tell I’m regal

Smoking gas you know that’s diesel

Heard your songs and that shit fecal
Everyone wanna be gang gang till it’s game time and they house get sprayed

Everyone wanna be tough but get killed cuz they Times up

Don’t dap me up if you two face

Titty boi like I’m 2chainz

Where I’m from they all push Caine

Coke dealers in a Bruce Wayne

Where I’m from get it 2 ways

Sell drugs or you sell guns

Either way you finna be a plug

Southside we was raised by thugs

Grandma always pray for us

Tell the truth that ain’t saying much

Fueled by hate cuz the streets showed love (4x)


(K Loyal)

Aye Aye I said bitch where you at

Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats

We got guns we got clipse we got straps

I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d

I said bitch where you at

Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats

We got guns we got clipse we got straps

I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d



(Vendetta)

I could hit a lick to this I might hit a lick to this

Competing with vendetta he get pissed just like a activist

Stepping to vendetta he gets pressed just like a pencil tip

Yuh that boy got it twisted like a pretzel is

Fuckboi tell em shut the fuck up okay huh

Run boi run for the hills like it’s a race

And Hills might have eyes

But I got eyes that see through

Better uh

You might see a rapper

I see opps and north side detta

On my kill shit

That boy he on fentanyl pill shit

Fake drip

He be sipping fake

Drop that field shit

Karo in his cup so he might hit the plug back real quick

Couldn’t give a fuck so why the fuck would I give 2 shits

Zip Top I got all this purple where my pimp walk

Pimp cane pimp slap a hoe if she act disgusting

Aye Run it up run up out my house if you want fuckery

Mic is On my armory make you look like a mockery



Aye Aye I said bitch where you at

Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats

We got guns we got clipse we got straps

I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d

I said bitch where you at

Don’t make me fucking run up you get splats

We got guns we got clipse we got straps

I go dumb off the shits fully Mac’d