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Feb 2021
Preset my ammunition, straight from hells kitchen, my homies rippin,
Catch the brew I'm sippin, reloading the clip in, suckas zipped in,
Caskets with tears drippin, all over my flesh never sweat of mess,
Slow puff my cannabis, and can i bust, savage and deadly ruckus,
Who could truck us, they tried to have the nerve to serve us,
My surplus, to legit to quit, stay the hardest in the pit, no ******* our hits, plotting like a blitz,
Never on safety, cant erase me, the paper chasers made me shady,
My lady still doing donuts in the mercedes, kin to hades no maybes,
I'm riding til I touch the ghost,
It's an overdose, so dont come close, we roast the most,
Catch the southside, running **** right, invoke ya own dead rites,
Muthaphukkaz is pitiful, critical condition cant break a miracle,
I myself came from fiery embryo, beat any scenario, sicario
Rowdy muthaphukka for sho, ya know we ballin, stallin,
Out any suckas who wanna test the Souths will, watch ya blood spill,
Seen a weak spot revealed,
Still handy with the steel,
So chill, before we pill, out reckless diamonds in back of the cutlass,
trust us, we gone stay with a fist tight, chain links for the fight,
Iron sight, snipe any opponent with one eye open, prophecy scoping,
Ya death wish is shown, covers blown, give a hyena ya bones,
Ya long gone, I'm out of space, let the my face catch a space chafe,
Wind blades, icecapades blades, looking sick on the escalades, suckas played, catch a fade
Southside brothers forever never in maze, flesh shining to a glaze
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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