Sadat X

Yeah, cock it yeah [Gun cocking] cock it back
Bling bling Dat
[Hook]
When I feel like Im fallin the fuck down
And just for the fuck of it wanna let off a round
What, cock it back nigga [Gun cocking]
Cock it back, cock it back click [Gun cocking]
When I feel like the world is pay
I wake up one morning be like ya fuckin me today
Cock it back nigga [Gun cocking] cock it back
Cock it back click [Gun cocking] cock it back [Gun cocking]
[Verse 1]
When Im dead save my bones
Take DNA and make clones
Award, afford me luxury in my old age
After these years I should be slidin on the gold stage
Missed the blades fifty, they left a nigga off the whole page
Fifty motherfuckers that was better than me [Gun cocking]
That mean fifty motherfuckers was boiling hot [Gun cocking]
Thats a lot, I can see that, thats a plot
Yall bring yall best five to the game
And Im gonna do the same [Gun cocking]]
And if yall win Im burst from the same way I came
The great Dat alligned with a bo-day of Arabs
They said dont fly black, yo just play cabs
Yall happy yall had a good day, yall niggas slave slabs
Yall niggas got money then huh yall niggas get paid tabs
Save my mic in a steel case for when they blast this place
And I can still be a hero to my race
Yall know I cant change my face
Thats why I only move with pros
Who move that eighty long money when the bright sunshine
And the streets was kind but we cant rewind
I want that new money, tight fittin jewel money
Mines on tour, so I can take no more
So yall niggas better knock it off
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[Verse 2]
Blame my check bein late for this rage
Blame child support for makin me beats on the mailman
I got a new whip but is fucked up as my old van
Nigga crash my whip, you seen em hit em cause he was an old man
[* Gun cocking *] I gotta cold hand these days and no heart
You believe in that bullshit baby please dont start [Gun cocking]
Cock it once and it means no stress
House cleaned and you fumed into my favorite dress [Gun cocking]
You say I feelin best, hey broad dont gas me
And dont ever take no money outta my pockets, yo just ask me
See me down the block drinkin Bud with the Mexicans
Speakin broken Spanish, I know a lil I manage
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[Verse 3]
Im about to leave New York I cant stay
The way shit is goin I might have to get away
All day tryin to hit me with prices I cant pay
Niggas bust the guns, got to duck and stray
Is the block clear, nah yall can rock here
With the 12, 12, 38, and 58, 58 [Gun cocking]
If we dont get it done here we gon take it outta state
Burn something in the air, let the room be few [Gun cocking]
My broads gon give a show cause I told em so
Cause they holdin dough, while yall niggas movin slow
Oh yall aint know, this is my every day flow [Gun cocking]
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