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rxknephew - critical condition, pt. 2 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: rxknephew]
you know d_mn well you ain’t in the trap
you ain’t never made your own aunty relapse
yeah, your songs good, but n0body believe you
i ain’t gotta explain what gon happen when i see you
we got more guns than resident evil
i know d_mn well you still live with your people
real drugrixh, motivate the people
who let that man in the booth to lie to these people

[verse 2: rx papi]
i will serve your abuela and tío
no matter where i see you, i will leave you
not going back and forth i’m not a speaker
forty blow you right out your sneakers
big papi, i ride with honchos
oj simpson in a dirty bronco
that ain’t your chain that’s another n_gga sh_t
how you a boss on another n_gga d_ck
kidnap your mama and smother the b_tch
papi be on some real slithery sh_t
you a good kid, you don’t get into sh_t
roll the window down get to hitting sh_t
when that opportunity come imma take it
f_ck i look like missing a l!ck
5.56 got em twisting and sh_t
[verse 3: rxknephew]
dos dos tres, i ain’t missing a b_tch
they like how the h_ll he got the stick in this b_tch
skinny ass morena, i’m the real honcho
34’s, 34’s like dollar tacos
i been drugrixh since a little snotnose
how the f_ck one day out the blue you was drugrixh
how the f_ck three n_ggas ride around in a coupe
professional capping when you in the booth
your whole mixtape ass and the cover is too
you got p_ssy in your blood and your brother do too
your mama got a p_ssy and so do you
i tried to reach out like a real n_gga
my b_tch in birmingham got the spill on n_ggas
ar quince sing johnny gill on n_ggas
all that subliminal sh_t, i pull up
you n_ggas not young dolph, you ain’t gon make it
they gon find your ass smelling in the vacants
i’m the real drugrixh, these n_ggas my stepkids
six mixtapes back to back can’t stop sh_t
i see them dislikes on my sh_t, they watching
your mama got credit and my plug got work

[verse 4: rx papi]
you pulled a handgun out of your man_purse
well, shoot it and show me it work
i guarantee you wouldn’t shoot first
i slap the sh_t out your shooter first
you n_ggas moving like lil uzi vert
nephew leatherface, papi lucifer
you don’t know the first thing bout cooking work
you don’t want your mama riding in a he_rs_
you don’t want your picture on your partner’s shirt
he drinking liquor, crying, ’cause he hurt
that’s what you get for lying in your verse
you know i ain’t hearing this sh_t
i thought you was sub_zero and sh_t
now it’s reptiles all over your sh_t
that go to show you on n_ggas’ d_cks
my n_ggas come through shooting sh_t broad day
i really served junkies in the hallway
you a good kid, you went to college
i got that stick on me i’m wiling
up it and hit you or your mama
i talk to the plug like ¿que pasa?
i gave you n_ggas swag de nada
dumb b_tch listen to aventura
i heard the tape, it’s basura
please tell me what junkie you saw shoot up
’cause how the f_ck you gon shoot a line
i’m sick and tired of these n_ggas lying
you just saying sh_t that rhyme
i really put my life on the line
[verse 5: rxknephew]
don’t play with me n_gga it get ugly, real quick
head tap, slither sh_t, dislocate a n_gga jaw with the fist
somebody talk to him, give him some sense
my trigger finger squeeze, half a second
if we would’ve linked i probably would’ve robbed you
i can tell a hoe n_gga when he start speaking
i can tell you ain’t never ran with no creatures
y’all get pulled over in that coupe, all of y’all speaking
i end your career, make you delete it
you ain’t on ten, i don’t believe it
i’ll put sub_zero back in the freezer
i’ll slap the sh_t out all your producers
how the f_ck you drugrixh you be in the house
you a family man, i know what your life about
you better think bout your nieces ‘fore you diss me
all they gon have in they head is memories
leatherface sn_tch you up, ain’t no making it
now you say you got junkies that shoot
you a whole clown n_gga what is you doing
beat a n_gga face and black and blue it
whatever you wanna do we can do it
it’s just nephew and papi, that’s a bunch of shooters
poltergeist pop out of nowhere
i know where your b_tch live, don’t make me say her name
i break the glass like shaq in ’04
i backspin kick in the trap door
bunch of glock veintinueves and ar quinces
make a n_gga hopscotch
glock started hitting like [?], drugrixh n_gga can’t stop it
hanging round was my only option
crack cocaine was my only option
you a good kid, lil n_gga stop it
mama couldn’t buy me jordans with the food stamps
hit the trap, stuck in that b_tch like a bootcamp
hit a wax bag with two stamps
in the tree with a stick like i’m curious george
driveby out a van, open the door
first to go pew pew, and score
i don’t clout chase, i kick in doors
[verse 6: rx papi & rxknephew]
you talk crazy, better be for sure
i up that stick and break a n_gga jaw
give that n_gga the best capper award
used to make a pile to sleep on the floor
glock veintinueve all i can afford
i trust my gun ‘fore i trust the lord
only religious when i’m in jail
and i ain’t getting locked up no more
aunty got me with a fluky twenty
got her sh_t split for f_cking with me
so what the f_ck you think imma do to you
when you see me, you better shoot
imma hit you and them n_ggas next to you
i break the rim like vince carter
what the f_ck you get out of lying
you gon end up 69_ing
f_cking with me, gon get an early retirement
and that’s gon involve your mama crying
n_gga i don’t wanna talk, it’s a little too late
you a clout chasing n_gga like [?]
you said it in the booth, now say it to my face
got warrants in atlanta so f_ck the state
when the work dry i scr_pe the plate
chop it up and sing amazing grace
glock nueve not a thirty_eight
imma up that b_tch and take off a n_gga face
kick the door, pistol to your face
you and your b_tch better do what i say
before i blow this ugly hoe brains away
neph say he wanna get on a plane today
but i woke up thinking bout a stain today
my problem his problem, he ain’t got no choice to stay
he said where you wanna go, i said round the way
7.62’s eat a n_gga braids
hot jalapenos knock off his face
wasted gas driving to alabama state
f_cking with these n_ggas, b done caught a case
drove with five sticks through seven states
kick you in your sh_t, kevin gates
i smoke a blunt, i don’t meditate
nan gun i got is regi_strated
they gon f_ck around charge me with premeditated
you shaking with that gun, hesitating
who the f_ck is drugrixh huncho
he gon turn to a b_tch when the glock blow
n_gga they call me papi diablo

[verse 7: rxknephew]
i ain’t going back eating rice diablo
i hit six juugs off of metropcs
you in a picture with peso, a groupie at his best
i just want the powder i give my youngins the rest
you the type of n_gga tell on the whole drugrixh
when you look in the mirror should be ashamed of yourself
don’t try to blame your mama, n_gga blame yourself
.223’s hit a n_gga he gon need help
turn his dead corpse into michael phelps
doing this sh_t all my life, i don’t know nothing else
i got adhd, i can’t sit down
imma sell it wholesale, i can’t sit on a pound
you said i ain’t drugrixh, how the f_ck you sound
i ain’t never had a job in my d_mn life
you can drop a location n_gga i’ll pull up
i feel like zooka with two guns up
i told blake money his problem my problem
my problem his problem, he told me to take care of bird
he said sensay he got him
i call shy lowkey pull up with lil davinci
he a rather buy a thirty ‘fore he buy some fendi
i’m the same way as him that’s why he with me
i ain’t talking bout curtis when i say i’m the real 50
one point five for a motherf_cking 50

[verse 8: rx papi]
i slap the sh_t outta n_gga, i pull the grip out on a n_gga
if i see the b_tch, i pull my d_ck out and p_ss on her n_gga
i ain’t gon off a fifth of liquor but i do got a fifth in the vehicle
the .223s make you jump like rey mysterio
i’m kane, i ain’t see none and i ain’t hearing em
n_gga you 120 you ain’t putting no fear in me
long ass stick they think i brought a spear with me
this combat glock’ll k!ll a deer for me
sensay, huncho, bird them n_ggas history
you best say my name next time you say some
or otherwise, p_ssy n_gga, don’t say none
’cause i’ll push up on you and take some
you know what, f_ck that n_gga drop your addy
i pull up on you, beat you like your daddy
you know d_mn well you ain’t in atlanta
this draco i got, got a banana
bird better not say sh_t ’til he move his grandma
sensay i know you still live with your nana
so why the f_ck you act like you armed and dangerous
everywhere i go, i’m ducking the camera
i lock the crack pot, kurt angle
you don’t know bout rerocking or serving strangers
i rob a n_gga to release my anger
you can hear it in my voice n_gga, when i’m speaking
you don’t live it but you rap decent
you ain’t never sat in the precinct
stuck in the cell for the weekend
’cause the judge don’t come ’til monday
you gon cut a deal before sunday
you ain’t never had no type of gunplay
this sh_t only gon end one way
when the last time you served a junkie
b_tch, you go to church every sunday
i’m papi myers, i don’t wanna talk
i stab a n_gga with a tomahawk
i slam dunk b_tch, tomahawk
i shoot sh_t up what the f_ck you thought
i move around like i’m the president
detectives say they want me for questioning
i serve junkies when i’m on the backstreet
you a good kid, ain’t got a rapsheet
you don’t wanna die over no rap beef

- rxknephew

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