Jeesh and Shofu - Without a Doubt

(Damn)
(I just do it)
(Again and again and again)
Aye, aye (and again)
Yuh (haha)
They said I can't tone it down
Why the fuck would try
Fo' put this red eye to him
Like the chopper was high
I'm back after a brick 'cuz I ain't seen the sky
He ran outta buzz and he wondering why, shit
Who the fuck was this guy
You could disappear and nobody would cry
That pussy lyin' on his soul?
Then I'm kicking him out
Shit, I'm the best out my lo'
And that's without a doubt
Who the fuck else rapping where I was about?
If jit finna lie, what he capping about?
I put the map onto my city
Cuz ain't got shit in the Rat to the Mouth
Bend the block so hard, we broke its back
It need ibuprofen, stat
Roaches, rats, vultures, cats
I rode with them all and I drove em back
I was the plug even without the drugs
Folks coming 'round just see how it was
Come now, don't think I don't know wassup
And bitch, ain't no way you came in here to fuck
Jit changing by the season, but in Florida its always heated
So if I'm on fire, you all know the reason
One shot, and you never gon' see him
Two Glocks, think my shooter the reaper
Do not, talk on me or my people
I'll keep this shit legal, but it might get lethal
That ratjack walking, get caught when he leaving
They said I was a young rap fiend, everybody else outta the question
It might be in his genes, but I'm still better than him
I promise you
If its for an RV, then I'm buying a truck
They know its your boy Jeesh, keeping shit loud as fuck
Just like back in the day with my whip opened up
They said I can't tone it down (turn that shit the fuck down)
Why the fuck would try
Fo' put this red eye to him
Like the chopper was high
I'm back after a brick 'cuz I ain't seen the sky
He ran outta buzz and he wondering why, shit
Who the fuck was this guy
You could disappear and nobody would cry
That pussy lyin' on his soul
Then I'm kicking him out
Shit, I'm the best out my lo'
And that's without a doubt
Who the fuck else rapping where I was about?
If jit finna lie, what he capping about?
I put the map onto my city
Cuz ain't got shit in the Rat to the Mouth
He ain't got shit
Chit chat, we gon' pull up with sticks
No hands, I'mma beat him with kicks
Kick back, we'll be back if he lives
And I'm hittin' my target, I'm dumpin' the clip
He got put in a blender, he up in the mix
Nigga thought he was scheming, he ended up creeping
That nigga was fiending about him a brick
I was serving the block, said he needed his fix
You won't see me in court I be duckin' subpoenas
I stay with my piece, we like Martin and Gina
Knock the wind out his chest now he got emphysema
I beatdown on his block, I turn that to Amida
We beatdown on his block, had to call up my brother
That boy thought he escaped, we gon' plot on his mother
Put the piece to his lips now they kissing each other
.223 with the silence, I won't be discovered
Big glock
I be riding around with the big chop
And my hands tied up with the big knots
But them hoes stay glued to the big pot
100k on my wrist watch
Fuck around he could get shot
If I said it I mean it
That boy thought he was poppin', we leaving him leakin'
If he play with the gang, then we turn into demons
They said I can't tone it down
Why the fuck would try
Fo' put this red eye to him
Like the chopper was high (bah, bah, bah)
I'm back after a brick 'cuz I ain't seen the sky
He ran outta buzz and he wondering why, shit
Who the fuck was this guy
You could disappear and nobody would cry
That pussy lyin' on his soul
Then I'm kicking him out
Shit, I'm the best out my lo'
And that's without a doubt
Who the fuck else rapping where I was about?
If jit finna lie, what he capping about?
I put the map onto my city
Cuz ain't got shit in the Rat to the Mouth
(We ain't got shit)

Written by:
Joshua Meredith, Kunnu Shofu

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