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(Intro)
Yeah...
You know I had to talk my shit, right?
On some based shit...
Thank you based god...
Shake your dreds, if you have 'em.
Shawty wanna cut tonight
Shawty wanna cut tonight
One look at her gets me rock hard
Yo we call her Medusa, right?
Dragon ain't ever die
But he spittin fire like he revived. Whoa
Better yet like dhalsim
Yoga. Flame. Spit it in yo eye Whoa
Fuckin wit? you wanna die? Whodai?
Mutha. Fucka. You don't. Know me.
I spit. scripture. Like I'm. Holy.
You a. Biter. Why ya. Quote me.
Aura come from my body
Still mobbin deep like I'm Gotti
Check the polls hoe I'm winning! You lookin salty like Romney
And yea C. DeVon my nigga
Rob Breezy my nigga
Nostic the poet my nigga
And any day of the week Mike Monday will kill ya
Anybody who test us
You'll find Em in a stretcher
This is chess not checkers
Yo we ball like fuckin centers
And you da toss up
Yea all slut
Ain't no bitch in me! Got me fuked up
Make ya Eat cha own heart out niggas
And that's your own blood being coughed up
Your flow's soft nut, premature
Hip-hops having my baby hoe
And since birth I been spittin up crack
Like I was born in the damn 80's hoe
Wait a minute I was
I Got Sac on lightweight Buzz
Oh u wanna be in my club?
I give not a fraction of FUCK.
Hydra.
(Chorus)
All my dragons unite
All my dragons unite
Got that heat then ignite
Cut one head two more in it's sight
You All bark ain't got no bite
All talk n no fight
Do this all day n night
Cut one head two more in it's sight
Hydra.
(Fuckin' wit that HydraGang x10)
Verse 2:
Hydra representing
Other so-called "beasts" nigga fuck them
Weak MC's we furnace them
If you got bars you might get Jumped in
We don't fuck wit no has-beens
All my niggas they young kings
And we no touchy no duck wench
If you a swan chick you in luck then
Sincere that's my nigga
Illygada's my nigga
DTA be my nigga
You ain't ARevo no fuck wit cha
My nigga Script MDVicious, Tre Audi Cam that's my fuckin fam
And that Mr. G nigga cool wit me
(Quit that name dropping switch it up, damn)
Ok...
Spittin these raps til I'm flipping them stacks
Gettin them racks like I'm rich mixing crack
Gave me ya mix tape ya shits in the trash
You trippin in fact think I'd listen to that?
Kickin yo ass if you think you can gas, n my clique bring the wrath n my
Mixtape's that slap
N my chick be so bad make my dick swells in mass when I'm hittin' that ass got a baby from that
I stayed in the trap
Ain't no joke nigga
Claim you got cash?
You a broke nigga.
School of trill grad
Check the flows nigga
Crop you out of the picture
You pose niggas
This right here's for my crew
Ain't a part of that then who you?
Fuck you nigga times two
Move around when we comin through
Hydra.
(Chorus)
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Produced by Dirty Game Mafia
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I'm deranged, I'm Cocaine
I blow brains, like Cobain (x2)
V1:
My nigga family is everything
If you fuck wit that POW hell we bring
I wear champion shit them heavy rings
Gravitate the crowds in at every scene
Girls Lose Control like what Keri sing
If ya lose ya hoes thats Embarrassing
Stay poppin that medicine
Niggas old news, that's that Larry King
Hoe I'm very king
Very king
Like I'm entering on a chariot
Click "Find my iPhone" on ya girly friend
She in my niggas suite in the Marriott
Got a classy chick n she let me hit
Her Coochie good so I married it
If I bless a beat then I Buried it
City on my back so I carried it
Only real niggas no Variance
Allowed up in my ambience
My bad, Ambiance, this phenomenon
Got our crew hotter than Ramadan
Haters bite our flows like piranha ponds
Even veterans
I need Benjamins like I'm Mrs. Button
Or Ms. Andre
Or up in here it gets raunchy
Nigga truck yea I stay country
Texas-bred from the school of trill
Flow picante
Came a long way from them old days in Duncanville
Any plex wit me is gon' get ya killed
Beat a muthafucka wit anotha muthafucka
She gon sucka then I fuck her
Then I make her scream til her whole voice gives out
My dick's Silent Hill!
Hook:
I'm deranged, I'm Cocaine
I blow brains, like Cobain (x8)
V2:
I'm fly like 12 blunts
Nigga my kicks are Muay Thai
We only live once
But it's fuck ya life twice
There ain't another like I
So quit the Bull just like Mike
I put in work out of this world
My X-files like sci-fi
Bye bye
To all you pop rappers
Make ya newest shit sound hella Vintage
I'm past dope, methamphetamines
Why u think Cali got so many tweakers in it?
Genius addicts at a high percentage
I'll Pop an Eye u fuck wit my spinach
Your time's over, dog, call you Earl Simmons
Naw I love X, let em know I'm kiddin
Rappers know they ain't about that life
I detect they lies on some Maury shit
When we politicking you just tellin tales I just laugh at u on some Biden shit
You da type to Say anything on da mic to win that Paul Ryan shit
But I'm loyal to my team hoe! U can't fuck wit my government
Sac King where's my parliament?
Pour a cup of my Genius flow
All I do is stay turnt up like the volume button on my TV broke
All you do is get worked up
Fuck wit us? U ain't even close
Best rethink your life's purpose
'For we fade ya out like the weed smoke
Hook
Outro
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(Intro)
We all pray to do better...
Instead of praying to have what it takes
That's why we need the stormy weather...
So we'll be grateful for the sunny days
We Always pray for what we want to be...
For everything except humility
Wish I could spit this on my knees
(Verse)
Sitting alone in my room
Just talkin to God
Staring at my ceiling asking Him what is the cause
For my growing lack of desire for right over wrong
Cuz wrong over right just makes for better songs?
I guess it do
Been calling myself a Christian so long
Without the proof
An atheist and I could get along
As far as the truth
I used to say that joy cometh in the morn
But as for you
hearts can't survive through the night if it's torn
Between the two
So what men do?
We sippin on grey goose
And Use it as an excuse for
Lookin for someone loose
When a ratchet bimbo we choose
Cuz when ya eyes go touring
"Good" can get boring
Media's our advisor for what's living and exploring
In a world where in order to be loyal...
You gotta put up with a Buncha shit that's below you
Where the times I deserve your love the least is
The same time that ill need it the most. Shit.
Where saying the wrong things
Is better than nothing
Cause when shit hits the fan least you see you care about something
And when your lips curve upward I can't believe it's sincere
Maybe that's why I fuck up cuz I can trust in your tears...
See what you really fear
And Test your nerves
But this test ain't open book 'cause you'll see what I really deserve
I know It ain't you
Besides this way I can look at your side just blame you
I'm Scared to, be open so instead I just act like I Hate you
The problem ain't I don't love, I just don't know how to.
The many scars on my heart made it fragile
My flaws easily exposed in this love battle
(Bridge 1)
Feel like a failed experiment of God's alchemy
Amazin' Grace...his voice shouts from deep inside of me
I used to listen when You told me exactly how to be
Now I'm blind, need You to see...
Lord help me.
(Bridge 2/Outro)
Our Father
Who art in Heaven
Why give me words just to use as a weapon?
I love my family so much, why do I disrespect Em?
I know the Devil wants to take my soul...and I just let him
In
Each time I choose to sin
Push away my guardians and make backstabbers my friends
An advocate who's demise is only
Imminent
Only a matter of time before my Scroll comes to an end...
(Again)
Our Father
Who art in Heaven
Why give me words just to use as a weapon?
I love my family so much, why do I disrespect Em?
I know the Devil wants to take my soul...and I just let him
In
Each time I choose to sin
Push away my guardians and make backstabbers my friends
An advocate who's demise is only
Imminent
Only a matter of time before my Scroll comes to an end...
Again...
Our Father
Who art in Heaven
Why give me words just to use as a weapon?
I love my family so much, why do I disrespect Em?
I know the Devil wants to take my soul...and I just let him
In
Each time I choose to sin
Push away my guardians and make backstabbers my friends
An advocate who's demise is only
Imminent
Only a matter of time before my Scroll comes to an end...
Again...
Our Father
Who art in Heaven
Why give me words just to use as a weapon?
I love my family so much, why do I disrespect Em?
I know the Devil wants to take my soul...and I just let him
In
Each time I choose to sin
Push away my guardians and make backstabbers my friends
An advocate who's demise is only
Imminent
Only a matter of time before my Scroll comes to an end...
Amen......
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