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R&b, hip hop, male vocals
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Lyrics
23rd and Cherry to the Henderson heat.
Valley Hood Piru. Red rags in the desert.
Keep praying on my downfall, you broke-ass fans.
I’m too strong to slip. You hoes are nothing.
(Verse 1)
From the Seattle rain to the Vegas sand,
I’m the only one standing with the world in my hand.
Bitches ain’t shit, showing zero respect,
I’m stacking my paper while I’m stepping on necks.
You praying for a fall? Keep begging, you’re weak,
I’m the nightmare you find when the shadows get deep.
No loyalty in 'em, they’ll sell out for a clout,
I’m the king of the Valley, what you talking about?
(Chorus)
Fuck the opps, let 'em rot, I’m smoking bubble to the face,
Cleaning out the fake ones, leaving not a single trace.
FBGM, yeah, that’s the code I’m living by,
While these thirsty-ass hoes keep on telling a lie.
Unappreciated? Nah, you just ain't worth the time,
I’m too busy stacking, I’m too busy in my prime.
(Verse 2 - The Beef)
Look at Chang and Kiana, still barking like dogs,
Lost in the beef, getting stuck in the fog.
Beefing over each other, but they both looking stressed,
While I’m a player, unbothered, I’m clearly the best.
Kiana’s a joke and Chang’s just a ghost,
I’m the one they want but I’m the one they hate most.
Both of 'em ungrateful, both of 'em fake,
I’m just waiting for the moment for their spirits to break.
(Verse 3 - Disrespect)
I don’t care about your feelings, I don’t care about your soul,
I’m a Piru savage, I’m in total control.
These hoes are unappreciated? You damn right they are,
I’ll treat 'em like a ghost and I’ll treat 'em like a scar.
From the 23rd to the Strip, it’s a blood-red sea,
You could never be a factor, you could never be me.
Stacking hundreds, stacking fifties, keep the change for the birds,
I’m a man of my action, I don’t care for your words.
(Bridge)
(Beat drops out, just a low, haunting synth)
#STOPTHEOPPS. Put 'em in a box.
Valley Hood Piru.
We don't talk to cops.
Henderson’s mine. Seattle’s the roots.
Red on my feet, blood on my boots.
(Outro)
Yeah.
Kiana, you’re a wrap.
Chang, you’re a joke.
I’m the only one breathing while you’re losing in the smoke.
FBGM.