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[verse: Isaiah Jeremiah]
Sharpton.. i gotta keep my pen sharp
Killing fuck niggas, please check the memoir
Get your bars up, get hard, like K. Hart
Please check the radar, bout to detonate
Blow up like boom, moonwalk til i gravitate
To another state, to another space
This the god flow, so i flow until heaven gates
Ord knows, i gotta come first like a fucking race
All i need is ya energy
So fuck your race
Bitch i do it b. i. g. can’t you see the g in me
Can’t you tell i run my city…
So when you see RVA, that equal zay
From southside, to northside
From the east end to the west-end
The west end the best end
And i bet i put my best in
Keep a 16, that come extend
Chop you up like a fraction, dividend
Coming from the projects, wit objects
Like a pyrex, concrete dome call em crackheads
Like complex wit no concepts
Like comments wit no context
This rapping shit, can’t touch my shit
I’m ready for war, i come equip
So stick to the scrip, or get hit wit a clip
Put a hole in your chest like a compact disc
And after this, leave a trial of empty bullets
In the bodies for the service, and bullshit
& carrier for the pulpits
[pre-hook: Isaiah Jeremiah]
This is fucking lit, this a fucking hit
This shit the shit
Rolling thru the city from the westend
This is fucking lit, this a fucking hit
This shit the shit
Rolling thru the city from the Westend
[hook: Isaiah Jeremiah]
Broad street nigga
With a broad street bounce
Broad street nigga
With a broad street bounce
Broad street nigga
With a broad street bounce
Broad street nigga
With a broad street bounce
Broad street bitch
With a broad street bounce
Broad street bitch
With a broad street bounce
Broad street bitch
With a broad street bounce
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