Closed Session-Dilated Peoples/Defari/Phil Da Agony/Planet Asia

Verse 1 (Skandalous) Motherf**kers they wanna test me Pull out the blunt ni**a I'll wreck your sh*t I'm out that window with my 44, another f**king hit Don't know who to trust with my sh*t I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you f**king with Who you stepping with, Skandalous f**king dangerous B**ches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust Ni**a I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face I got the mind of a psycho a** ?? As I take another hit on this sh*t ni**a you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some sh*t front your boys and as result you lost your face Blood all over the place I'm counting the f**king bodies dropping I know my destiny cause I can hear the devil knocking I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe I numb them bodies and play my f**king game I sold my soul at an early age And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage My eyes in a daze Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming Is juices running when ya done in Fear only make me curious, I'll never be afraid But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now ni**a they Dead Crack scarfs for my f**king glory Talking sh*t up in my territory Another day another world's sad story Verse 2 (Steph) Smoking blunt, smoke a ni**a selling d**e on the block Pop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard Its your final call b**ch I'll smoke you like menthol F**k all you b**ches I'm putting you in them bodybags Tagging toes, ni**a drive slow Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues Freeze your whole coalition Strapped with ammunition Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads This figure from head to toe Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door But f**k it I'm through with the fairytales Cause when some sh*t jump off, all you murder on tape b**ches gone bail Who gone prevail when I exhale on you small scale Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers Spit the facts I'm bout the Lex and the Ac My verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat You hoes ain't f**king with that Or this, cause I piss on competition And have all you hoes in submission Trying to recondition your stilo Lyrical nino I sling rhymes like kilos >From here to Puerto Rico One other sequel from the infamous unseen Scheming for the green smoking b**ches and niggas like nicotine Verse 3 (Mia X) Cause she up to schemes Tired of chasing apple pie dreams Mint greens is all I fien for straight sh*t is all this b**ch know 50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers Followe by your second line of flowers I devour competition, causing complete submissions Cooks more d**e in my kitchen Tricking a** niggas be my victims when night falls Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed Boss chick you don't want to see her Your b**ch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters Mia's right and left well known with the clout To wire your mouth, knock your grill out That's what this here be bout So you can doubt what I'm saying and run that lip Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta sh*t Too much to deal with I'm still a b**ch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands My flow so grand it make the beats say damn Sh*t jumps back makes you wanna holler But I sees nothing but dollars Feminist power My lyrics knocking like a KL beat It be that she-devil that below sea level b**ch you can't see her Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5'4 How they still need a ladder to face this hoe For sure, cause I be living for the drama The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherf**king basement sesion Shop closed