Letra de 2

Run up on a pussy nigga put him in his feelings/
Call the police and report a couple killings/
A hero to the game that’s treated like a villain/
But that’s all gonna change soon lord willing/
Cuz It’s H to the E C/
Rhymes kinda greasy/
Niggas in the hood looking up they wanna be me/
I can’t even blame them but I can still explain them/
They nobodies man I can’t even name them/
Life on the fast track no time to train them/
Derailment airbags can’t even save them/
Flow magical witchcraft like Salem/
Skill blossoms just like a rose no Jalen/
But I’m still balling no Lavar/
Everybody tryna step to me is subpar/
All you other niggas on the pedestal/
Better know I’m better so/
I run the track with the pedal to the metal bro/
Damn ain’t nobody touching this/
I’m the best out here end of discussion bitch/
Y’all motherfuckers wanna step to the best/
It’s Hec who’ll place a hex and dissect the rest/
Damn. I mean y’all should expect the best/
I Expectorate flows that can shake the West/
From the east coast niggas know I’m beast mode/
Popping shots and ion gotta reload/
Damn
Niggas all talk but Gs move in silence /
My bullets move in silence I pistol pull in violence/
Hear a couple sirens I murder competition/
Not even tryna disturb the opposition/
But. You know how it go/
Murder for the capital/
That’s called guap won’t stop until I grab it all/
Grab the dough they gotta go make them comatose and Overdose from the dope flow you know how it go/
It’s uncanny. The women throw panties/
The first 4 bars can slay your whole family/
Killers? I Know Many who’ll kill just for a penny/
If you wanna try me go ahead I hope you’re ready/
For the dead homies pour a bottle of that Henny/
Help you see your dead homies if offered a pretty penny/
Damn. I might have to Slow down the flow/
A potent potion I rhyme with chemicals/
You beat me? Man that not how it goes/
Run it back up and put the pedal to the floor/
A nigga talking crazy put the metal to his dome/
Google map the bitch and send my niggas to his home/
Nah I’m just playing that’s my alter ego/
He likes to play with knives and desert eagles/
And some of his thoughts may be illegal/
But fuck it. That’s just how we roll/
Keep it 100 just like a c-note/
They play themselves like at casinos/
Every bar I spit is a couple kilos/
So I’m pushing that weight no Al Pacino/
My flow is crazy and niggas know I’m bugging /
And even tho they hating I don’t call them joe budden/
There ain’t no way that I’m gon play/
Unless we talk about my tracks ok?/
Its a murder on the scene with the fro and the jeans/
Or the Nike tech fleece and the jays on their feet/
And a nigga like me gets killed in the streets/
By some crooked ass pigs that they call the police/
Spit straight facts when I gotta murder tracks/
Man I run this shit so everybody getting lapped/
It takes a perfect flow to paint a perfect picture/
Just to show these niggas I ain’t fucking with ya/