Lyrics Silence - Intricate E

Are you okay R Drop?
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This Chapo on the beat
From the trenches
Real muddy
It get ugly
Ah

I'm a young nigga trapping, I chase the bag when I ain't rapping
Trying to get on top the game all by myself, no I ain't capping
Niggas trying to bring me down, but I can't give them satisfaction
Better quit all of that tough talk or I'm gon send my boys to whack him
You think my money illegal just because I grew up in the south
Was raised around hustlers and they taught me how to stack these large amounts
I'm quiet with my bread when all of these rappers really loud
Ain't want to fuck with me back then, but now they want to come around
Be out the way and by my lonely, smoking OG by the pound
I got exotic in my lungs so my head be in the clouds
If you play like you a hero, I come down and you find out
What I be rapping in my songs I'm really about
So come correct just like my brother Jay or get put on a shirt
Do this for fashion sell out different pieces like we selling merch
From the trenches where the only time we rest is in the church (In the church)

If it's one lesson to be learned from this, don't play hard if you not
I know some people who learned this lesson, they ended up shot
They was good at acting just like Will Smith or the Rock (or the Rock)
Im just saying if you come from wealth that I understand
Don't come inside the trenches fronting nigga, we ain't playing

We ain't playing
No we ain't playing
We ain't playing no games
Nobody playing
Yea nigga who you gang with
Yea man tell me what your name
He don't even know
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Quiet
Oh yea they say they move in silence
Changing all moves
I move these pieces like a side bitch
Coming out the fire
I was putting out the flame (shh)
Calling out my doctor
Always fucking up my brain
Drop top
Yea she in it
Think she really doing it
Caught ya
Oh it's on the camera
Kim Kardashian shi
Smile for picture
Yea I know She'll do it
Puttin' ass out
She already did it (crazy)
What is happening (don't know)
When you think your hope is blue
Everything is lost
You don't know who in your city new
All these demons chasing
Coming after you
All this bread we stacking
She be smurking in the coupe (hahaha)
Know a Nigga playing games
He got shot in the chest
Fountain for a mouth
Always runnin' for some help
Momma was a pilot
She won't saving on herself (never)
Baby boy was taking actions
He won't getting the Real

Now I finish everything
These niggas said they getting me
I'll walk him down
With hands on bleed
Get a check
Wont stop till T
All my Niggas creep
All my niggas in the shadows lurk
Don't know come first
I Pick a bubble
Pop him in his nerve
Put a Glock up to his face
And do a switcharow (switcharow)
I be watching all these murders
So my blood sense cool
You keep talking out ya neck
Keep on the net
Brothers really soldiers
I could put ya on the next list