Misfits (feat. X3n, Adi & Tzu)

Step outside and into suicide doors With the gang we 'bout withdrawals Pull it out but want some more VIBE TRIBE NIGGA Okay we not the type of niggas to speak it out If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about These guys throwing bitch fits, tell me you peep the blouse Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house We not the type of niggas to speak it out If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about These guys throwing bitch fits, tell me you peep the blouse Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house If thou shalt not lie then why they sleeping on me If that dirt ain't on your hands then why you speaking on it Nah, I ain't a killer 'Less you give me a reason homie I see you breathing my air Oh, that give me a reason don't it Tribe take ya city over Nothing move 'less we condone it Whole crew keep the piece Shabbat shalom shit Knock, knock who's home then Pop, pop ya dome split Click, clack reloaded Better skit skat when the chrome lift Pat Pat that whole clip Ratta tat, who's next like a song skip Okay we not the type of niggas to speak it out If it ain't over the bread tell me, what is the beef about These guys throwing bitch fits, tell me you peep the blouse Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house Man, I been slaving over this stove But I got no beef to cook in my notes Nigga when I get to jugging And they get to looking They be feeling shooken, I know Tell you when you get to booking I grow Prominently push the reason i'm pro Never will I be mistooken Ima leave a foot print on the back of people I told Uh Ima bring it back now yea City on my back now yea No I ever back down yea Spitting on the facts now yea Spending all my racks now yea Uh I never change over Im killing the game over Im whipping the Range Rover And switching the lane over The Rari the same moter I promise you, ain't sober I lay on the same sofa The comets arrange nova Goddamn I aint here to play no more Tell everybody Saka ain't sane no more Im coming from the bottom of the bucket And I swear that ima run it up until and nigga ain't no more You come in my town and talking that mad loud I run in a bad crowd Put you in the background My niggas will lash out They pulling the bag out They coming to flash out They coming to Pull the top back down Hit the block spin round Make the glock switch sounds At ya top no crown Young nigga with them demons Pullin rugers n shit Heard a nigga want the smoke like a chimney n shit Tint black in the lac No mask with the pack On the hunt to catch a opp slippin Fuckin with the team we in a different divisions Shots get to ringing to f*ck up a nigga vision You can’t vibe with the tribe cause we at y’all necks F*ck bout a check we keep our glocks in yo bitches breast This point lead to a test my shit talking is at all time best Cause bitch niggas won’t stop the hating like a periods next Cause nigga it’s mine f*ck bout a line Killing these niggas it’s homicide time Im outta my mind I get what is mine My glock got a fin this aint adventure time Put shots in his spine the block after 9 We creep in the dark and pop out like surprise Pull up in my bucket, causin a ruckus when I’m in the function I’m on my f*ck shit, ima smash on a nigga, he no longer functions Gamble your life, I tried to tell em now damn it he dying Ambulance flying, mammy be crying You shoulda just listened, the damage is final Out here sippin black, to the face, sickly Triggers flash, empty place quickly Sicker than magic johnson, new bitch is thicker than action Bronson Pause The mission is blast and conquer Step in the building, it’s catastrophic Repping and killing these rappers often Hell of a spitter, you hooked on phonics I’m a monster, ain’t none iller, been this sick ever since I was delivered Mixing up my liquor then I take it to my liver The picking of the litter, got a nigga feelin bitter I know y’all hate me lately, still can’t slay me Flame where page be, mayne spit rabies Kill a motherfucker, to the afterlife And if I miss, ain’t never trippin, ima grab the knife