Testi Zone - Cj Fly, Smoke DZA

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Yeah, yeah, DZA\n6th Sense production\nCause for destruction\nYeah\nKush God bitch\nRiiiiiiight\nFlow, insane deranged nigga\nI’m hungry like a wolf, Duran Duran\nI get to swanging on you niggas, orangutan\nI’m the Kush God, bitch you should claim the fame\nI’m a prophecy dawg, not to be crossed, nigga\nYou can’t fuck with me I’m to yall\nKill an I’m fleeing the crime scene\nPluck me a fine ting, gold cubans\nGold Roleys, diamond rings, floss\nAll rap on off wax high’d up\nTrain of thought off track\nI pop bottles like I pop my collar\nNiggas talk lots of garbage but not a dollar\nShake hand with millionaires exchange the power\nNo daps to bums, head nods and hollas\nNiggas fake if you ask me, classy\nThey like me better when I was fucked up and ashy\nBut actually\nThey act like they wish me well\nSo I act like I believe them\nUh, humble till you piss me off\nJust give me a reason, uh\nLife moves so fast but on the gas stops\nNo I won’t crash, I can’t be stopped I’ll have my rum\nFly like I’m on trapeze\nBomber after bomber match me\nI’m in the game homie peep my stat sheet\nAmerikkkan Korruption, long live Capt. STEEZ\n4−7 shift, nigga never quit, cut cloth from the thoroughest\nUrban terrorist, that Lo shit is embedded in me\nMy old lady push a 750, killing bitches delicately\nDon’t hate get cheddar with me, enough\nFor everybody to eat, carmines, hustler\nCarl hines] u really a moron if you sleep\nMust be on leak, stuck on Hennessy beach, nah' mean?\nKnow I come from the streets, nah' mean?\nNone of you niggas could take me off my diem\nFolks gone cop, hoes gone flop\nBottom line, the show don’t stop\nDZA!