From The Dead by The Drowzy Boys Lyrics

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Trill Flame
S.M.G. R.O.C....

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(Verse 1 - Trill Flame)
Kill a steak in everybody's lives
Whole group strapped with tha fives
And they all up on the waist
Roll up ski mask on ma face

Kill is kill
Then beat the case
Pull up in the ghost
It's a rafe
Keep the guns
Don't keep a safe
Flex a Louis then I flexin vape (yuh)

(Verse 2 - 1k Jon)
Pump Beats we on a fuckin belt
Drunk girl cuz she on my lap
Watch for the snakes in the grass
Gon fuck around and stab you in the back
I guess being fake is the new trend
Shit is gettin lame shit is wack
Never trust a few day in the back
Got your bitch but she throwing all that back

(Verse 3 - Lil Cup)
Walk up out yo house hit the lick (Adlib) (gun cocks)
That's my 40 click (gunshot)
Cash be Dunkin cuz I aim it at yo face
Got my 30 I'm goin let it spray

Y'all ready know I'm a young prodigy
And bitch I rap my gang bitch you know it's R.O.C
And bitch I rape my bape
You know I'm boutta flex
Then you check my wrist hunnid-thousand dollar Rolex

(Verse 3 - Lil Clip)
Yeah yeah
Lil Clip
*ehem*

She look at my wrist
Hunnid K on my wrist
Hunnid K for the lick
Damn might fuck yo bitch
4K on my neck
Runnin with the tech
Bitch I always flex
Put this clip to ya neck...

BITCH

Yo calm me down, calm me down. Hehe