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cb (7th) - mad about bars كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
no face, no case, no witness
if suttin’ got drilled, we did it
they talk ’bout drills on drills but nuttin’ got k!lled except civillians
go ask if we had man missing, step round there tryna turn off switches
don’t stunt in vids cah i’ll crash that corn at your wig if you’re throwing up 6’s
anyone can crash that corn, but who’s really tryna turn man corpse?
and i ain’t tryna go out the game, so i roll ‘roud with the longest sword
who’s tryna turn guys pack? get man gone then i bill that dank
switch my clothes and burn that dinger, the things that i done i done it for the gang
can’t sleep on a violation, any opp i see i’m bakin’
4 man up in the ride that’s serious guys that will end your life
we ride, we ride to k!ll. so don’t slip cah it will get real
blood got spilled and that road got taped, that’s the real definition of drill
they talk ’bout things they ain’t done, but they can’t be talkin’ ’bout us
we ain’t gotta lie on tracks, even the feds know we bust our guns
still move low but i’m bait, and i’m still tryna dodge this case
still tryna score on the opps, you don’t wanna see me squeezin’ the gage
nowadays everyone’s bad, but me i see through the fake
you ain’t ever done man bait on the mains, then read about it on the front page
you ain’t ever had one bell in the spins, and still slap a man in his face
this is real life no gta, trust me you don’t wanna cross these gates
smoke’s what i live, i’m a violent guy and there ain’t no reason to lie
free my bros, yeah they’re doin’ time, some for the trap or violent crimes
still puttin’ smoke in whips, still takin’ trips to the other side
and we still gotta score on these kids, cause they don’t learn so they gotta get fried
but then it’s back to the bands, cah i need waps on waps on waps
still gotta score these goals and i know it’s attack, attack, attack
every day i wake up prayin’, thank god i got nfa
cause i woulda been rottin’ in a cage, waitin’ on canteen every sat-rday
free my friends that are ridin’ birds, can’t wait till they’re back on the curbs
and we really do drills real life, them man there just drill in their verse
how they get birded for stealin’ purses? swear i can’t believe that i beef these nerds
when we see that punk i’ll burst him, and pray he ends up in a he-rs-

[verse 2]
get ’round there for the disrespect
so many times i’ve jumped out bait tryna drill these men
if it weren’t me, c1, yb? it was probably shortz and m
put skengs in cars and lurk, really tryna score on them
c-ck that back and bang it, i swear this corn is mense
scoreboard oso healthy, all my members breathin’
them man can’t say the same, cause most of their team still grievin’
this beef is real, man do drills on drills, blood get spilled
go ask the opps ’bout us they already know what we done [?]
drillers on bikes, drillers on peds, anywhere goes what [?]
you know my set’s on violence, anywhere i step i got it on deck
we do them drills, that’s bait. we get nicked then we get nfa
and if man don’t get lucky man get 20 like ramz that day
free up my bro that’s mad, he done it for the gang, that’s gang, that’s gang
if i wack that out i’ll bang and bang and bang and bang
all of my drillers on violence, some get ’round even done it on license
fell in love with the corn i wifed it, but on the sly man love the knifings
my n-ggas really think i lost it, cah all i wanna do it shoot
all the waps that my hands been through, if only you knew the things we do
the things we do for the beef, the numerous trips and risks we took
been puttin’ smoke on streets, i’ll send my young g’s to invade your hood
this beef is crackin’, so no lackin’, man get caught i’ll pack him
they ride for the fashion, me i’m cattin’, i’m a different type of savage
i’m a different kettle of fish, 15 inch i’ll put it all in
i ain’t tryna graze your skin i’m tryna commit the greatest sin
beef is beef, and rap is rap
i put smoke on streets, man crash and crash
even if man’s in public, man get smoked, that’s normal
and if you don’t rate the gaza, tell ’em go check the scoreboard

- cb 7th

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