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drillikid 63opp - can’t run from this freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(instrumental fade_in — just heavy drill bass)

[verse 1]
it’s early as f_ck, i’m wide awake, full clip, no dreams in mind
tryna catch a opp at the liquor store, send shots straight through his spine
used to play nice, now i play raw, i’m built off pain and grime
they sayin’ his name, but not where he lay — that’s how you know he died
still in the north, postin’ with heat, like stoves in the summertime
caught one lackin’ by the atm, his blood was on the welcome sign
ain’t no need for dissin’, we just spin ’til your whole hood flatline
pop out with the draco, do his ass like columbine

[verse 2]
this ain’t rap, b_tch, this warzone
he tweetin’ tough, then we slidin’ on phones
screenshot that story, then aim at domes
call it “cl!ck to k!ll,” got hit on his own
you can’t run from this — red beams like a trap light
tryna flex chains, now his homies wearin’ black, right?
his face got split, they ain’t find his jaw
and i still went live like nothin’ was wrong
my mama know i’m thuggin’
that’s why she pray before i eat
she know her son gon’ catch a body
before he ever taste defeat
[verse 3]
was broke last year, now i up glocks with no safety
opps scared to come outside, they instagram pages stay on “maybe”
i don’t fear no f_ckin’ name, i’m known for walk_ups broad day
he ran, but tripped, so i shot him twice — just made sure he ain’t play
i love when the case get dropped, i celebrate with a russian k
they say i rap too violent, i just say what’s real, okay?
lil bro tried to slide with no vest — told him go pray or go sit
if you freeze up out here in a shootout, boy, you dyin’ quick

[verse 4]
no sleep, just dirty sticks
them corners cold, them funerals thick
you talk too loud, then you a l!ck
he caught that fire like a candle wick
no b_tch gon’ save you, this that reaper talk
you cross my name, that’s where your breathing stop
i f_cked that ho inside a trap while choppers sat against the fridge
she said “you cold,” i said, “that’s facts,” then left and dumped a kid
i don’t ask for much, just loyalty, and a scope that don’t misread
my last opp got caught outside and got cooked up like a rib

[outro]
(beat fades — no talking, just the camera zooms into the flag hanging in the back: “oblock 67th”)

- drillikid 63opp

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