K Nine9z - GOT BARZ PT. 107 SAME CIRCLE

Yeah
Doing what I do, yeah, this is God's work
So many bars got me pumped up like a mosberg
Leader of the roster, but I'm still a mobster

At the table with some fine wine and some lobsters
Straight outta Lawrence, but they think I come from Yonkers
Rolling up another fonto yeah the gas i smoke is bonkers
Oh yeah, preparation is key, that's why now

All these people out believing in me, try running up on me
I'll quickly put that heat to your knee
I'm the beast from the east, forever ready to feast
Just like the beat, some of them are crying for me

The same way that some of them be lying to me
They put they black flags up when they be riding for me
Building a dynasty, she riding me, I don't get to no privacy
I spit crack and I'll make you break your sobriety

The state of mass labeled me a menace to society
Fuck a job, I started cutting raw and made varieties
My freestyles, sound better than they tracks
Big facts, and we can bet a couple stacks on it

Then, we can run it all the way back to back on it
I am the black hornet, not cute but I rap gorgeous
I'm running these laps flawless, I'm busting these caps on them
I'm becoming a big, I'm becoming a bad problem

Some say that I'm that awesome, I don't roll with no rat possums
He'll lay in the black coffin, oh Jesus the mag shot him
Oh, the flick of blick, now it's time to get lit
Hard to resist when all we do is smoke loud in this bitch

Counting my chips and then the kid will be out for a trip
Hit a lick, took a grip and gave it out to my kids
Hitting the strip, I got the fix, I'm taking all of the risks
Stirring up the sturdy without using a whisk

Stopped at the corner store and I copped me a brisk
High as a cliff, blazing piff, working all of my shifts
Sharing my gift with the world and some say I'm the shit
A lot of haters think the same but they'll never admit

It don't matter, cause I'd rather get all my pockets fatter
Walk a thin line in my city, or get your brain splattered
So much practice really got me in the game faster, you can either pay your debt
Or have AKs blast you, blahhh

K9's got bars, part one hundred and seven, same circle
We out here for real, nine hundred and seventy-eight, we putting in that work
New England zone baby
When you love something, when you have passion for something

Make sure you go hard with it
Shit, I'm going hard
They ain't think I can get to one hundred
I'm at one hundred and seven

What up tho

Written by:
Kenny Rivera

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