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No Pun Intended

Album: No Pun Intended Durasi: 3:14

Cradle to the grave

Craven, yeah

Belvedere Block, between Forest and [?]

Let's get it

I'm p-noid, still make the yay bubble up and keloid

My forty got a kick, my F&N ain't got no recoil

From Detroit, but I got family members out in [?]

Who keep [?], flake swimmin' like a seahorse

On Prevost, hoppin' out of a Urus in some Diors

They know we got the purest breakdancin' like a b-boy

Touch it like a keyboard, see BoJay in my father eyes

God know I apologize, but Mama, I'm a d-boy

Think about my nigga Stewie evеry time I see [?]

Grindin' on the river—damn, I miss my nigga E Boy

On Grandvillе, playin' with them seals like it's SeaWorld

[?] five feet, but still'll shoot it like he T-roy

Four bricks of hero', gotta be more careful when I record

Pops always taught me that it ain't all risk without no reward

It's Boldy Blocks the ConCreature, leader of the Free World

Underground kingpin, honorary Street Lord

What else?

Who got more ammo than the Sopranos? I feel like Thanos

AR pistols and fullies in Carhartt hoodies and Dickies flannels

Switches on all the Glocks, see the box on back of the handle?

Raw so strong, this the straw that broke the back on the camel

All night long, sellin' dope; in my trap while I gamble

Dirty Sprite full of ammo, work white as enamel

Heard he the type to ramble, and I'm the type to Remble

And no, don't call me "twin" at all, 'cause we do not resemble

I know this might offend you, whomever was offended

Long as it ain't no gun involved, it ain't no pun intended

Snuck out the window on them nights they left me unattended

Goin' to school with too much money got my son suspended

Get the mon-ion like I print it 'cause I love to spend it

Never claimed to be somethin' I wasn't, never once pretended

Been un-befriended, done extended my hand

Lost some real niggas over some petty shit that

could've been prevented

Three titties on my chop - I'm Total Recall-in'

Stick pokin' out my trousers like I'm freeballin'

Nuts draggin' on the nina like I'm teabaggin'

Swappin' VIN numbers on them strikers when we re-tag 'em

Skr

Who got more ammo than the Sopranos? I feel like Thanos

AR pistols and fullies in Carhartt hoodies and

Dickies flannels

Switches on all the Glocks, see the box on back of the handle?

Raw so strong, this the straw that broke the back on the camel