Duval County

--[Intro]--
Duval City Streets where baseheads are armed for crack
Sell one head, No guaranteed your comin back, it's a wrap

Word up Word up. Fuckin with a demon Clique
Hood Shit for the tricks who listen to this to get sick

White Rappers So Soft So Cap, Where's your hood at
Is it live as that 9 to 5, It's a motha fuckin wrap

I don't want the pocket change, I want the whole cashier
Best not to diss this brother , Have you livin in fear

Who Checked the dial on my style, You couldn't even try
Fuck round actin like a clown, get put down then you die

From the east to the west, Get My ghetto children a Vest
3 Hots and a Cots, No Money, But you swear you the fuckin best

Attack on a actor for them currency factors
Hear that, Make their stories cut short, 3 pages into a Chapter

Gotta kno, Be Sure, Grab the Dough Son
Now we on the run, Stupid fuck tried to fuckin blast Us

Tried to body cast us, But we back around on his side
40 Cats swing slung on yo shorty drinkin a motha fuckin forty

Face it coward, you can't keep up with the fuckin demonic presence, Definition of nephew word for word, is a mother fuckin menace

Put rappers in epileptic shock when they see i'm tight with my fuckin block
Our kids so gangster with a hell of a draco, side of a fuckin Glock

Baseheads smokin they rock, JSO Flyin down mcduff avenue
Tourists fund the drug war , thanks for coming happy havin you

My tracks Make alleyways breath breath like a corpse second from death, Cold like addicts skin when they smoke meth

You get amazed how i drop and sweep a club for 30 cent
Paper got me on that 5th mother fuckin element

I'm a spastic with a little dose of spice, Mixing poison wit rice
Crush a soundcloud rappers career, stomp em out like mice

Anime lyrics can get yo fuckin teeth ripped. French kiss my gun tip
Pop pop, blam, Have a fun trip

That Corny ass hoe loaded wit a 44 on another level , smokin crack wit tana mongeau and the fuckin devil

--[Chorus Segment]--
*SCRATCHES* "what"
*AUDIBLE* The baddest mother fucker , Back to Back, When i Grab that Tech
*SCRATCHES* "what"
*AUDIBLE* Faggot ass mother fucker

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Gun fight at your corner store, Little man gon turn up da block
Armed with a Glock that'll smoke you like a rock

White and Blacks so segregated in other mother fuckin places, But i'm from the project buildins, look at this money we makin

Awww, next for the crooks back at moncrief, don't take them brothers as a joke, they'll pop you with the fuckin heat

Duval city , Full Of witty individuals, Armed to the teeth, In the cities place i speak, we need to aid the fuckin weak

Duckin hollows during drive bys on the westside, High Pikes, Cop Killers, Stick up Dykes, Lay you down like traffic spikes

Let the heater spark in the zone, Dope Dealers , Still got 6 phones full of Grade A Coke

Who you know ? What you tellin ? I don't wanna be a felon. God have mercy on my soul , crack my faith like a melon

Fuck a Hand Cannon, what's yo word play like ? Our Problems so bad we don't wanna talk about that crime

What else be happenin in the east side of the mother fuckin house. More insults for your mouth, career smaller then a mouse. Now These rats make a bit of paper ruckus, lemme switch the chapter, Set hoppin bastards gon make me bust out in laughter

Don't give a fuck how much dope u got at yo spot, how's yo light bill lookin, u need someone to talk too when you walk ?

You kno how we kick it foreal, fuck passin da dope, pass that rhyme let's make a fuckin deal *word*

--[Outro Chorus]--
*Outro Speech*
"Who do they glorify ?"
--[Last Segment]--
Murda (x3)
In the 1st Degree
Murda (x3)
In the 2nd Degree
Murda (x3)
In the 3rd Degree
Murda (x3)
Manslaughter
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