Sticks Stabbin'em - Tech G

Im bringing these dope rhymes for the 2.0.1.9

Sticks stabbing a bohemian its January 6, party over 1999

Six years before that the King was born he rise

Anyone remember Trey

This is my day

I gave you the 3 Day Street Signs so you can pray

If you miss the messages

I’m guessing you guessing feeling under pressure, stressing

Stuck under weather with no protection

My soul and mental wrestling

So yeah I’m flexing

You should mentally stick to me

Its getting filthy' trust victory

Who ready for 19th Centuri

Its definitely an amalgamation

High power coalition

3 mountains high you can’t reach

Me I have an addiction sick of friendships with holes at the

Bottom so I’m gonna stay on mine and captain this shit

You Colin Kaepernick my hits

And the public don’t recognize my gift

I think you hate me' want to fade me

Deep inside you believe I’m not crazy

But I’m switch it up like the master manipulator and trap you in a trap

That traps your stupidity

Diddy I' dumb did he'?

get me' he got me

Fake fun shun me

Now let me stop playing feel my fury in this cold

I made it hot for those

To come back and lace tracks like a Biggie flow

Yet put fear in enemies like 2Pac's soul

Topical flows

That rows off the tong into your girl I can make her, your children your foe

You have no idea what I’m apart of

'this ruler ship'.

we in high grass while its flying like a dove

Bitch we aiming I’am a threat

Act slick get wack

Its Tech to the G

And that ain’t gangsta don’t get it twisted we soon to roll to deep

This oracle is the centric of what you call m-m-Mob

Uniting the rags skipping with lu lu while making

Red boarders would you be apart of it'

A private colony

Within capitalism' we legislative communism with no

Residential death

Hey yo america you been looking pretty bad cat

I know you working on martial law I can see the steps

You only given birth to problems you have failed

Time to eat you from the inside and free

My sista

Relive my brother (yea)

Heal my mother (yea)

Redeem my father

What it is its Tech G and this is King Kailamof.

Yeah yeah yeah

I’m bringing these dope rhymes for the

2 0 1 9 sticks stabbin’em.

sticks stabbin’em (What)

I’m bringing these dope rhymes for the 2 0 1 9 sticks

Stabbin’em

I’m bringing these dope!

rhymes for the 2 0 1 9 sticks

Stabbin’em (What)

I’m bringing these dope rhymes for the 2 0 1 9 sticks

Stabbin’em (hu)

.hold up yeah…

King Kailamof

What I say

I’m bringing these dope rhymes for the 2 0 1 9 sticks

Stabbin’em sticks stabbin’em

I’m bringing these dope rhymes for the 2 0 1 9 and

Beyond .sticks stabbin’em

© 2019 Trey Perrie Smith / ℗ 2019 Trey P Smith