Safe Keeps (feat. Lord Apex)

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Concreatures, where we at?

Mafia, what else?

.223 in my waist-length, I keep it for safe keeps

This rifle an antique, I bleed concrete

I'm in this shit waist-deep, been drinkin', I can't sleep

Can't even think straight, I guess the price of tea ain't cheap

Street fighter, no Zangief, reachin' heights they can't peak

See me like you can't speak, the pack magnifique

Still in this shit waist-deep, they label me gang chief

Can't beef with none of these lames 'cause these **** ain't street

Hear **** talkin' out of turn to end up bossin' dumb

****, that jewelry only thing, y'all **** walkin' dumb

These **** gossip more than little old church ladies

Easy be whippin' in his sleep, that **** stir-crazy

Chrome barrel split his white meat down to the bone marrow

Bully boy, quick to bullseye you with this bow and arrow

Rose petal from the soil (Blocks), that concrete made me him

One-thirty a pop'll turn your block into an ATM

That **** Boom be talkin' tall, he standin' on stilts

Hollow in the XDs, you gon' get your bro drilled

The clip lean to the side, my fitted on tilt

Mama didn't breastfeed me, she fed me GOAT milk

Me and Uncle Iceberg some real dope boys

Back from down the way, still behind the K with Soap Boy

Where everything is out the ordinary

It's only two ways out of this shit, penitentiary or the mortuary

.223 in my waist-length, I keep it for safe keeps

This rifle an antique, I bleed concrete

I'm in this shit waist-deep, been drinkin', I can't sleep

Can't even think straight, I guess the price of tea ain't cheap

Street fighter, no Zangief, reachin' heights they can't peak

See me like you can't speak, the pack magnifique

Still in this shit waist-deep, they label me gang chief

Can't beef with none of these lames 'cause these **** ain't street

British Westside ****, braids nappy

With a love for the gang, Brazilian bitches call me papi

They be yappy, steady talkin', but in other ****' pockets

Gettin' dressed for like a video, got options, 'stead of rockin', should be seated too

Rose up out the action just so I could get the fiend's view

Told my driver talk the left so I could peep the scene through

While she see what semen do, believe in you, I mean it, boo

Lyin', I'm just lustin', sellin' dreams is what my demon do

Scripted kind of mystic, when the odds is low, he hit my line

Single all my camo shorts and Bubba Kush

You can ask around 'bout crazy moves, a **** done the bush

'Member days when we'd go back to crib and there weren't nothin' cooked

I ain't stressed, my mama gave her cash and whipped the ramen up

Crazy situations I can't speak on made me harden up

Apex peeped the game from he was young 'cause he was smart enough

Always had the Percs, he minimized it, know we started rough

London, Detroit, fuck with me

Fuck you mean?

Lord Apex, man