Pbsa (Feat. Ces Cru)

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Chest out, ten toes down
Left routes been shown now
Tech shouts, them foes frown
Next bout, you stretched out
We test clout when in yo' town
X'd out, full of that doubt
'Cause the best house, we hold ground
Better run now, don't come around my way
Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds
'Cause sundown is my day
Meaning I don't sleep
But your food, yes I'm gon' eat
Alone peep
Anybody tryna get the grown seat
Better go on, it's gonna be a long week
(Rah, rah, rah)
That's what they talkin', a lot of 'em bumpin' they chops
But they can never compare to the winner
They simply be givin' me somethin' to knock
I slay wack, just play back my hits
So you better stay back on this great track
'Cause I made that my (Bitch!)
You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too
So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get
This one I'm kickin' through
Hit they mama, quick to trauma
Hit dishonor, gets to shoot
If you wanna bitch a ton of shit
Then some'll hit your crew (True)
Bout to knock you out yo' skin
Go and body then I'ma go chin
Place your bet, you're gonna hate the Tech
'Cause I'ma break your neck, we ain't no kin
Dreams and hopes'll be broken
When that flow spin, I'ma fo' sho' sin
Level headed when the rebel get it
Heavy metal fetish when I go in

Play ball, slay all
Play ball, slay all
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War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
Whether sun's down or the sun's out
Sara Jane on my sidearm
Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out
With mo' anger, there's no brainer
So y'all niggas better run route

I heard some 'bout anybody can get it
I'm with it, I'm comin' for son's crown
When I hit him he done it, the one count
Yeah I'm livid, I love it, my lungs loud
And I come for the scrum of the scrimmage
I did it, I done it, like what now?
We can put up some butter and do it, no stutter
But put up or shut up your bum mouth
Now it's your move, took a chump out
I'm so old school, yeah
Say hi to my little friend
Kill 'em with a pen, made of dynamite, go boom
Talk about big ballin'
And it may seem like I'm stallin'
When I'm starin' out at that wall and
Bombin' like Babe Ruth when I call it
Yes, y'all in
And my bet's all in
Heck naw, never let y'all win
In the game, everything a test to check to see
Who can really hang like a net or rim
Come and train with this test, yeah
It's no thing little buddy
I can bang with the best in the biz
You better be savin' all of your breath for the gym
Gotta run until there ain't nothin' left in the limb
Bruh, let's get it in
You heard me
Chewed 'em up, I'm done early
Suited up in my jersey
Feelin' like who or what could come serve me
Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung fu
You suck, you're unworthy
Dirty like Harry makin' my day
Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, break

Play ball, slay all
Play ball, slay all
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K-I-M and I kill shit
You could say that I slay turds
D-I-B and I K-I-S
Y'all L-A-F and those eight words
On my D-O-B, I was D-O-A
But I came up out of that coma, homie
ODB, I take no T.O
I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna
Killer in 'em, denim and I'm wavy
Center in the center of a stadium
You're numb and I'm a gold gorilla, for reala
Fuck, I'm off the wall, for reala
And I'm in the audible offense
As often as needed
Y'all slower than molasses
Run stream passes, weeded
Uh, you get hit with a blitz boy
Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this
And when I run amok, I'm puttin' numbers up
Go and take you a look at my stats bitch
My contract's got no cap
And the money is under the mattress
I stay high like A.I
What the fuck are we talkin' 'bout practice?

Play ball, slay all
Play ball, slay all
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