Strays 02

[Part I: Rih] [Verse] I show you the technique I show you the TEC, freeze I know the effects, my nigga that catch plays, want me to set screens Sort of like tech geeks, I accept my homie that bet games havin' his best week I'm tryna invest, I may not be as street as the next But live on the next street, ho don't test Stick with the red beam, Boba Fett Stick with no Ed Reed on defense That mean the safety off it, yes Even with AC, got 'em sweatin' Thinkin' we ain't eating gotta say, evеn for KD, that's a stretch Makin' it seem like it's eight feet but this shit rеally ain't' deep Niggas pressed, came from the same scenes In the city that gave me Gucci, Thugger, and Fresh Made dreams of becomin' the best Ain't seem like that far of a fetch [Chorus] A-li-en, I'm R-rated like my name Rih-unapologetic It's a seat at the top of this shit They saved me, bitch and I'm finna (Sit) (Sit Kenny!) Eighteen-karat solid gold wrist The way it freeze, you'd of thought it was It Where the treats? I'm a slobbering pitt With rabies, bitch, I'm not finna' sit Zone 3, bitch, I'm not from the six But shout out the six 'cause I'm in the six [Post-Chorus] Ain't scared of hell no mo' Ain't scared of hell no mo' We already here Ain't scared of hell no mo' [Part II: PTSD] [Chorus] Studied this shit, that's how I know buddy a bitch He putty this shit, get bloodier Niggas get money and switch, you ain't come from this shit You ain't covered just 'cause your buddy is My boy cuddle with clips, he'll cut him and dip I'm subtle but still gon' cover him Caught my plug on a lick We can stuff your cut in his shit but we ain't gon' cut him in [Verse] I'm in Mechanicsville where the mechanics live Bruh got that cannon filled and he know how to film All my abandonment made me connect with the savages Met my connect, now I'm having it I got to have a lil' Glock, I'm in Adamsville When I seen him, my partner was after him Don't know what happen and no, I'm not askin' him Niggas ain't had a meal, don't want no Happy Meal Swear to God, I can tell by his eyes he ain't scared of God I can tell the whole time it was hella flawed I can tell he was frightened but played it off I can tell the whole nine to meet at ya' job I can tell 'em what time to be at the clock I was careful designing the execution No electrocution, I know they was shocked I can walk through the fire, won't sweat a drop Everybody outside gotta carry Glocks Them angels don't walk with you, better jog 'Cause the gate ain't that tall, any pet can hop I was raised in the jungle like George, Atlanta, Georgia No, it ain't Compton, but, boy, it can get gory I got a lot of recorded scary stories I got a papa to worship, my family mournin' every mornin' [Bridge] Who the fuck is he, bruh? He don't live on my street (Bruh) I know he's sweet, bruh, nigga 'round here gon' eat, bruh Sweat in my sleep from PTSD, huh PTSD, huh, PTSD, huh [Part III: Angelic Hoodrat] [Chorus] If I ain't got shit, I finesse Down on my dick, I finesse In the moshpit, I finesse Even when I'm rich, I finesse [Post-Chorus] Jugg Jugg Jugg Jugg (Oh shit) Hey, Jugg Jugg Jugg Jugg [Verse 1] Can't no finances Make me turn on my family Me and my four brothers Keep it one hundred, five Jacksons Soon as I cash it, my eyes frantic like landin' Innocent bystanders could die catchin' our static I was in Z-O-N-E 3, low-key, niggas got a zero in the C Nigga, we know empty dreams Empty pockets, we know empty jeans Niggas know I'm so up, if I show up, won't be no empty seat Nigga got nines on tuck, whole nine gon' jump if he want any steam Look at my light, look at my spirit in this MP3 Look at my eye, nigga, I'm serious, hope these bitches see White wing on my left side 'cause I grew up on the Westside White wing on my right side, got the right niggas on my side Nigga, fuck your ego, let's get some C-notes, okay Pull up in the 3, bro, I'm at the green store with Ace I can tell you spoiled, watch you dangle toys in my face I can hear the voice, telling me, "Take what's yours", 'cause [Chorus] If I ain't got shit, I finesse Down on my dick, I finesse In, in the moshpit, I finesse Even when I'm rich, I finesse, bruh [Part IV: Chevron] [Verse 1] Pussy got juicy when she introduced me I don't got no whip but she said she gon' scoop me She gave me the key to it, Quavo and Lucci I can't rock no Gucci I can't go out goofy I came out the coochie a K9, I roof When I say I'm the truth then I say I am truly If I gotta move then they gon' have to move me My big homie stay with that tool like a roomie No, they won't pick on me if it's a clip on me Cook 'em like chicken meat, Tyson, no Cicely I'm on the winning team, might wanna stick with me I pull a string and it might make a symphony I see her signaling, know she wanna lick on me She gon' hit on me 'til she can sit on me I heard your new shit but no I wasn't listening No, I don't link with cliques No, I don't click on links... (Ayy, yo I be rapping and shit bruh, fuck with my shit) Boy, my hair way too long for the cap All my energy go in these raps All your energy go in an app I'm an EBT baby, I DDT'd every beat that they gave me too easily Came in mischievous, made your miss eat the dick All the ingredients made me a genius I'ma double my W's working Everything that you see in these verses Is the same when you see me in person I'm on level two, levitate over you Never wait on the move, heavyweight folding you Heaven came over you, feathers take over you Kenny came over, you let him takeover you, bet [Pre-Chorus] See, I had a hook, I had the mel- I just gotta goddamn remember that shit... If I roll up these pussy niggas gon fold up... Aight, I got it [Chorus] And I know If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up Where you finna go, bruh? Get a nigga something from the store, bruh If we roll up, these pussy niggas gon' fold up Where you finna go, bruh? Get a nigga something from the store, bruh [Post-Chorus: Bankroll Fresh] I had to let these niggas know I'm going hard as ever man New shit on the way New whips on the way [Outro] R.I.P Bank [Part V: 4ever] [Verse 1] Way before living it, I would escape to envision it Weigh up the differences, stay up for days until distances Came up with differences, shaving the length of it, listening Aging with wisdom, an agent of criminal influence Paying attention to data Was caged in Decatur with cannibals, killers, and cableless Interfaces, face it, ain’t no one hearing this, falling Prey to appearances, pray to a pyramid Rage in my rhythm, Sega, my genesis Shaking my zip, and it’s saving my mental from breaking Caving and crippling Scribbling into my pages, and paving my destiny Picturing pitiful places and painting soliloquies Pain in my angry delivery, made 'em attentive See angels cling to my pen and keep claiming my energy Came and gave me the crown, gave me the crown, saved me Greatness my tendency, I train at it endlessly Ain’t wanna make it if I made it pretending, I see Some niggas that wake up and portray who they wish they could be Couldn’t be me, I’m so A, it’s a shame and I think I used to say if I'm the greatest for 10, I’m at peace I think I want this shit forever right now [Chorus] I want this shit forever and now, forever and now I want this shit forever and now I want this shit forever and now I want this [Verse 2] Way before living it, I would escape to envision it Changing the shit they would say, I became a revisionist Came with a vivid display of the pain that my niggas lived Daily with diligence, babies with triggers would trigger it Training my senses to aim at escaping my ignorance Taming my temper, this chain on me changing my temperature Alien Jigga, today they gon' take me as serious Take me to Sirius, angel affiliates Languages explain my experience, praise 'em I chose believing in myself when you wouldn’t believe me Now when I start to taste success, you assume that I’m greedy I don’t agree with what you doing, you view it as devious But you confuse being cool with obedience Losing my lenience, moving with meaning It’s two of me, and truthfully, this duality the root of my genius Angels is hoodrats, 'pending on the angle you look at Hanging with crooks, black straps came with the book bags I was playing hooky just to work on my real craft And to this day, I wake up and still craft it Every line you hear crafted to give you chills after I know shit get real, it’s a gift that I’m still rapping Some niggas quit crafting, artists that I model my pen after I seen they mistakes and I split patterns Split paths and ran into my destiny years after I feel as if I'm meant to have this shit forever right now [Chorus] I want this shit forever and now, forever and now I want this shit forever and now I want this shit [Part VI: Pup] [Intro] Tee! Wanna rock with a nigga from the three—, three Shawty wanna rock with a Shawty—, shawty wanna rock with a nigga from the three—, three—, three Shawty wanna rock with a—, s—shawty wanna rock with a Shawty wanna rock with a nigga from the three—, three Shawty wanna rock with a Shawty—, shawty wanna rock with a nigga from the three—, three—, three Shawty wanna rock with a—, s—shawty wanna rock with a [Verse] I took the dog off the chain I put the dog on my chain I put the Glock in my name I put some guap into savings My bitch, she sexy as fuck My pistol sexy as fuck My nigga extra as fuck You disrespecting, it's up [Chorus] Heavenly pup Never quit levelin' up Pedal to metal, I'm melded and welded in metal, my skeleton's struck Met with the devil in Hell and we head on to Hell and we is in my truck Held it and felt the lil' rush Sent a few shells in the bush [Bridge] .40 got kick .40 got kick .40 got kick Yeah This .40 got kick, bruh This .40 got kick, bruh This .40 got kick, bruh This .40 got kick, bruh .40 got kick .40 got kick .40 got kick, hey! This .40 got kick, bruh This .40 got kick, bruh This .40 got kick, bruh This .40 got kick, bruh Tee!