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letra de critical condition, pt. 2 - rxknephew

[verse 1: rxknephew]
you know d-mn well you ain’t in the trap
you ain’t never made your own aunty relapse
yeah, your songs good, but n0body believe you
i ain’t gotta explain what gon happen when i see you
we got more guns than resident evil
i know d-mn well you still live with your people
real drugrixh, motivate the people
who let that man in the booth to lie to these people

[verse 2: rx papi]
i will serve your abuela and tío
no matter where i see you, i will leave you
not going back and forth i’m not a speaker
forty blow you right out your sneakers
big papi, i ride with honchos
oj simpson in a dirty bronco
that ain’t your chain that’s another n-gga sh-t
how you a boss on another n-gga d-ck
kidnap your mama and smother the b-tch
papi be on some real slithery sh-t
you a good kid, you don’t get into sh-t
roll the window down get to hitting sh-t
when that opportunity come imma take it
f-ck i look like missing a l!ck
5.56 got em twisting and sh-t
[verse 3: rxknephew]
dos dos tres, i ain’t missing a b-tch
they like how the h-ll he got the stick in this b-tch
skinny ass morena, i’m the real honcho
34’s, 34’s like dollar tacos
i been drugrixh since a little snotnose
how the f-ck one day out the blue you was drugrixh
how the f-ck three n-ggas ride around in a coupe
professional capping when you in the booth
your whole mixtape ass and the cover is too
you got p-ssy in your blood and your brother do too
your mama got a p-ssy and so do you
i tried to reach out like a real n-gga
my b-tch in birmingham got the spill on n-ggas
ar quince sing johnny gill on n-ggas
all that subliminal sh-t, i pull up
you n-ggas not young dolph, you ain’t gon make it
they gon find your ass smelling in the vacants
i’m the real drugrixh, these n-ggas my stepkids
six mixtapes back to back can’t stop sh-t
i see them dislikes on my sh-t, they watching
your mama got credit and my plug got work

[verse 4: rx papi]
you pulled a handgun out of your man-purse
well, shoot it and show me it work
i guarantee you wouldn’t shoot first
i slap the sh-t out your shooter first
you n-ggas moving like lil uzi vert
nephew leatherface, papi lucifer
you don’t know the first thing bout cooking work
you don’t want your mama riding in a he-rs-
you don’t want your picture on your partner’s shirt
he drinking liquor, crying, ’cause he hurt
that’s what you get for lying in your verse
you know i ain’t hearing this sh-t
i thought you was sub-zero and sh-t
now it’s reptiles all over your sh-t
that go to show you on n-ggas’ d-cks
my n-ggas come through shooting sh-t broad day
i really served junkies in the hallway
you a good kid, you went to college
i got that stick on me i’m wiling
up it and hit you or your mama
i talk to the plug like ¿que pasa?
i gave you n-ggas swag de nada
dumb b-tch listen to aventura
i heard the tape, it’s basura
please tell me what junkie you saw shoot up
’cause how the f-ck you gon shoot a line
i’m sick and tired of these n-ggas lying
you just saying sh-t that rhyme
i really put my life on the line
[verse 5: rxknephew]
don’t play with me n-gga it get ugly, real quick
head tap, slither sh-t, dislocate a n-gga jaw with the fist
somebody talk to him, give him some sense
my trigger finger squeeze, half a second
if we would’ve linked i probably would’ve robbed you
i can tell a hoe n-gga when he start speaking
i can tell you ain’t never ran with no creatures
y’all get pulled over in that coupe, all of y’all speaking
i end your career, make you delete it
you ain’t on ten, i don’t believe it
i’ll put sub-zero back in the freezer
i’ll slap the sh-t out all your producers
how the f-ck you drugrixh you be in the house
you a family man, i know what your life about
you better think bout your nieces ‘fore you diss me
all they gon have in they head is memories
leatherface sn-tch you up, ain’t no making it
now you say you got junkies that shoot
you a whole clown n-gga what is you doing
beat a n-gga face and black and blue it
whatever you wanna do we can do it
it’s just nephew and papi, that’s a bunch of shooters
poltergeist pop out of nowhere
i know where your b-tch live, don’t make me say her name
i break the glass like shaq in ’04
i backspin kick in the trap door
bunch of glock veintinueves and ar quinces
make a n-gga hopscotch
glock started hitting like [?], drugrixh n-gga can’t stop it
hanging round was my only option
crack cocaine was my only option
you a good kid, lil n-gga stop it
mama couldn’t buy me jordans with the food stamps
hit the trap, stuck in that b-tch like a bootcamp
hit a wax bag with two stamps
in the tree with a stick like i’m curious george
driveby out a van, open the door
first to go pew pew, and score
i don’t clout chase, i kick in doors
[verse 6: rx papi & rxknephew]
you talk crazy, better be for sure
i up that stick and break a n-gga jaw
give that n-gga the best capper award
used to make a pile to sleep on the floor
glock veintinueve all i can afford
i trust my gun ‘fore i trust the lord
only religious when i’m in jail
and i ain’t getting locked up no more
aunty got me with a fluky twenty
got her sh-t split for f-cking with me
so what the f-ck you think imma do to you
when you see me, you better shoot
imma hit you and them n-ggas next to you
i break the rim like vince carter
what the f-ck you get out of lying
you gon end up 69-ing
f-cking with me, gon get an early retirement
and that’s gon involve your mama crying
n-gga i don’t wanna talk, it’s a little too late
you a clout chasing n-gga like [?]
you said it in the booth, now say it to my face
got warrants in atlanta so f-ck the state
when the work dry i scr-pe the plate
chop it up and sing amazing grace
glock nueve not a thirty-eight
imma up that b-tch and take off a n-gga face
kick the door, pistol to your face
you and your b-tch better do what i say
before i blow this ugly hoe brains away
neph say he wanna get on a plane today
but i woke up thinking bout a stain today
my problem his problem, he ain’t got no choice to stay
he said where you wanna go, i said round the way
7.62’s eat a n-gga braids
hot jalapenos knock off his face
wasted gas driving to alabama state
f-cking with these n-ggas, b done caught a case
drove with five sticks through seven states
kick you in your sh-t, kevin gates
i smoke a blunt, i don’t meditate
nan gun i got is regi-strated
they gon f-ck around charge me with premeditated
you shaking with that gun, hesitating
who the f-ck is drugrixh huncho
he gon turn to a b-tch when the glock blow
n-gga they call me papi diablo

[verse 7: rxknephew]
i ain’t going back eating rice diablo
i hit six juugs off of metropcs
you in a picture with peso, a groupie at his best
i just want the powder i give my youngins the rest
you the type of n-gga tell on the whole drugrixh
when you look in the mirror should be ashamed of yourself
don’t try to blame your mama, n-gga blame yourself
.223’s hit a n-gga he gon need help
turn his dead corpse into michael phelps
doing this sh-t all my life, i don’t know nothing else
i got adhd, i can’t sit down
imma sell it wholesale, i can’t sit on a pound
you said i ain’t drugrixh, how the f-ck you sound
i ain’t never had a job in my d-mn life
you can drop a location n-gga i’ll pull up
i feel like zooka with two guns up
i told blake money his problem my problem
my problem his problem, he told me to take care of bird
he said sensay he got him
i call shy lowkey pull up with lil davinci
he a rather buy a thirty ‘fore he buy some fendi
i’m the same way as him that’s why he with me
i ain’t talking bout curtis when i say i’m the real 50
one point five for a motherf-cking 50

[verse 8: rx papi]
i slap the sh-t outta n-gga, i pull the grip out on a n-gga
if i see the b-tch, i pull my d-ck out and p-ss on her n-gga
i ain’t gon off a fifth of liquor but i do got a fifth in the vehicle
the .223s make you jump like rey mysterio
i’m kane, i ain’t see none and i ain’t hearing em
n-gga you 120 you ain’t putting no fear in me
long ass stick they think i brought a spear with me
this combat glock’ll k!ll a deer for me
sensay, huncho, bird them n-ggas history
you best say my name next time you say some
or otherwise, p-ssy n-gga, don’t say none
’cause i’ll push up on you and take some
you know what, f-ck that n-gga drop your addy
i pull up on you, beat you like your daddy
you know d-mn well you ain’t in atlanta
this draco i got, got a banana
bird better not say sh-t ’til he move his grandma
sensay i know you still live with your nana
so why the f-ck you act like you armed and dangerous
everywhere i go, i’m ducking the camera
i lock the crack pot, kurt angle
you don’t know bout rerocking or serving strangers
i rob a n-gga to release my anger
you can hear it in my voice n-gga, when i’m speaking
you don’t live it but you rap decent
you ain’t never sat in the precinct
stuck in the cell for the weekend
’cause the judge don’t come ’til monday
you gon cut a deal before sunday
you ain’t never had no type of gunplay
this sh-t only gon end one way
when the last time you served a junkie
b-tch, you go to church every sunday
i’m papi myers, i don’t wanna talk
i stab a n-gga with a tomahawk
i slam dunk b-tch, tomahawk
i shoot sh-t up what the f-ck you thought
i move around like i’m the president
detectives say they want me for questioning
i serve junkies when i’m on the backstreet
you a good kid, ain’t got a rapsheet
you don’t wanna die over no rap beef

- rxknephew

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