Afromaticz
All Star
That's the official story but the "accident" part isto say the least
Yak got murdered shyt was definitely no accident
That's the official story but the "accident" part isto say the least
His verse on Jack Move was crazy, he hadn't even hit his peak when he was murdered, breh died at 19 YEARS OLD if I'm not mistaken, 19 brehs
2:07
(Kadafi)
Now as I position myself to the opposition my aim is stack wealth
In this world of greed
Kadafi calm, lyrical bomb easy give me feet or get crucified
Like you was Jesus, on the floor spread like diseases
Cracking the Henny, I stay cool locking the semi
Automatic, nikkas jumpin like acrobatics
When static erupts, you stuck
Without a fukking bucket to piss in
For all you cowards that's dissing
Here's a bytch named Glock for your knots to be kissing
I said it, just like the midnight moves
From nights to afternoon get cooked up like coke in a spoon
Protect your body from repeated shots from my fukking shotty
Layin it down wit my road dawg Hussein Kadafi
Cuttin you ear to ear
Spinning these nikkas headgear
Like I'm county bound
Wilding from tear to tear
Shooting and polutting this atmosphere
Wit cakes and aches awaits through the fukking state
Tryin to come up in this world cuz its money to make
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His verse on Jack Move was crazy, he hadn't even hit his peak when he was murdered, breh died at 19 YEARS OLD if I'm not mistaken, 19 brehs
2:07
(Kadafi)
Now as I position myself to the opposition my aim is stack wealth
In this world of greed
Kadafi calm, lyrical bomb easy give me feet or get crucified
Like you was Jesus, on the floor spread like diseases
Cracking the Henny, I stay cool locking the semi
Automatic, nikkas jumpin like acrobatics
When static erupts, you stuck
Without a fukking bucket to piss in
For all you cowards that's dissing
Here's a bytch named Glock for your knots to be kissing
I said it, just like the midnight moves
From nights to afternoon get cooked up like coke in a spoon
Protect your body from repeated shots from my fukking shotty
Layin it down wit my road dawg Hussein Kadafi
Cuttin you ear to ear
Spinning these nikkas headgear
Like I'm county bound
Wilding from tear to tear
Shooting and polutting this atmosphere
Wit cakes and aches awaits through the fukking state
Tryin to come up in this world cuz its money to make
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I hope Fatal's book gets released