Culdesac Collective - W.R.F.R. (feat. LAELANONYMOUS, CHOM$KY & Jadoni) Lyrics

F*ck you niggas barking at
My niggas out for blood
And it smell sweeter than some baccarat
You can't kill my spirit
Bitch I grew up watching kakarot
A different kind of Goldilocks
But I still walk up in your spot
Don't think that your shit way too hot
I think the smoke will chill me out
My nigga keep that Bobby Drake
He quick to ice a nigga out
Life done hurt my Kitty Pryde
Many times left teary eyed
Storm couldn't even get em dry
Story of my f*ckin life
Niggas wanna talk about sacrifice but don't sacrifice
My sect gave more up than you accomplished
I bled way too long this not gon cut it
Period point blank I'll pull up in close range
Imma take this further got insidious agendas
I can't do this medium my nigga want a ghost
I guarantee a witch can't even conjure what I wrote
This is black magic in the best way
Bitch it's off with your head to make some headway
Hopped off the Porch
Got stains on my forces
Knocks at the door
Like the Jake's got a warrant
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Hopped off the Porch
Got stains on my forces
Knocks at the door
Like the Jake's got a warrant
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Tell me what it do Ahk
Standing on what you not
Sometimes I feel 2Pac
And I feel like two live crew with the whoop wap
Life a bitch
Might as well take her get her tubes tied
Pro choice of violence
Don't be tapping on my tube sock
Who hot?
Every verse feel like a milly rock
Who got who?
They play man in my city now
Four-one iont really know who else they get it from
But I can't give it up
Fiending never been a slut
Tell me what you really want
Flesh I'm the realest form
Innocent Cyndi's son
Came up Pimp C and Bun B
Really in the underground scene
Rapping with a 357 in my jeans
Feeling like it's war with any everybody
Before and after shows they can't find me
Jaedon gotta call me
I know how they did Malcom
You better war about me
I stand on real shit
I don't even have to rhyme B
Hopped off the Porch
Got stains on my forces
Knocks at the door
Like the Jake's got a warrant
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Hopped off the Porch
Got stains on my forces
Knocks at the door
Like the Jake's got a warrant
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Bang
We need warfare
Son of two dons so you know I'm the goat
No discussion, not even the up with popular vote
Battle with quotes
Hope the words get stuck in they throat
I know they pleading
I been taking hella trips to the coasts
Pass me the ropes
Pass me the reigns
Allah blessings that's why I been named the son of a king
Cut from the vein
Diamond in the rough
Still shining in the rain
Writing like I'm mining
Iron out the lines inside prejudiced
I push the pedal
Knifes edge
You could say I'm on the precipice
Unbound, locked in
I'm the one that heaven sent
Touchdown, ace shit
Ay this, shit feel like Mase did
Back when music made you famous
A list
All we ever wanted was the music that's dangerous Laws of nature dictate where you lay in
Haters want my downfall, imma keep prayin