Kwadair - 80s Lyrics

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Goin' a hundred and plus on the highway
Did it like that, pullin' straight out the driveway
Makin' these stacks, tryna build me a..
Empire flooded
Revenge goin' my way
Tryna make billions, don't care bout what y'all say
Triple X style, its Vin Diesel or Jahseh
Hop in the Phantom, costume in the theater
Megaplex haunting your dreams through the mirror
Even your eye doctor couldn't see clearer
The voodoo man is near, I've mastered the fear of

Shakin' my enemies, stabbin' my enemies
Ain't no befriendin' me, bitch, stay away from me
I keep a pen with me, ain't no defendin
When I get a swinging the pendulum dwindlin
Kin to me, lyin'. no use tryin.

I am a great and there ain't no denyin
Defyin' the laws, of gravity ain't holdin' me
Speedin' straight through the sky and
Eye to eye, I kill any guy, ain't no..

I'm f*ckin' this game till it comes to me
No one on one'in me
If you gotta face me, then it's you versus the army
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

And excuses, don't want none of that
I'll beat your ass, then we can run it back
I'm finna truck a nigga like a running back
And she left first, so she ain't comin' back

She want attention, I ain't givin' that
Money, too, I ain't givin' that
Worked hard, had to go and build a stack
Instead of sellin' packs just to get some racks
And if I bought a chain, I wouldn't get it back
I ain't givin' a reason to come up and snatch
Gotta fasten up and stay with a strap
And then they spin the block, cause they'll spin it back

Split your cap while you still tryin' to cap
Thank God that I got a mind for rap
Cause nowadays it seems like a trap
Get you caught up quick, and sign you from the trap

Yeah, you tough in the street, I'll admit that
But when it comes to jail, you ain't built for that
All the pain that we get and we give it back
Most niggas, stay takin' them pills for that

It's a good time, chill, sit back and relax
While your baby still gettin' fed, table scraps
And the feds got your brothers admitting facts
Get your life rented on a printed fax

Countin' jail time like life tax
Payin' for this shit like we owe it back
Where was your niggas that f*cking got you back
You behind them bars, while they chillin' back

And they with the fam, you in a concrete shack
Fightin' off niggas the size of Shaq
Real life, drill life, feel like Mike
Tyson throwin' with the right hand, yikes

Y'all backpedal like you came in on bikes