Knife Talk [Clean Version]

I gotta feed the streets, my, gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this (gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)
Sticker, to your liver
Let the, bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)

I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a Raptor (yeah, gang)
No capper, street, not a rapper
Hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gang)
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more than a damn reverend (yeah, gang)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)

Yeah (gang)
I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside (gang)
I'ma drop this and have these, droppin' like some mother- flies (yeah, gang)
Type of, that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that pride to the side (gang)
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this (yeah) dies

Keep blickies, and you know the, sticky
My finger itchy, the, like to leave hickeys (gang)
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies (yeah, gang)

I, with her, and, with her, and her
I hit up err, tell him do the err, for sure (gang)
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit 'em where we knew it hurts (yeah)

Gang, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on (yeah)

Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang (gang)
And them choppers sang and the choir sang (yeah, gang)

I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game (gang)
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane (yeah, gang)
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
They doin' on that other side embarrassing (gang)
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it (yeah)

(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)
Gang (yeah)
(Metro)

Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on
Gang, that's all I'm on, yeah