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letra de fear of god - skilla baby

[intro: sk!lla baby]
i don’t fear the opps, but i fear god in my fear of god
naw, for real
ah, huh? (markcus)

[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
thirty in my glizzy, i get busy
when sh-t get sticky, where my bl!cky? (huh?)
n-ggas know i keep some real k!llers with me, sh-t get tricky (bah)
shoot a n-gga tongue out his mouth, i hear he tryna l!ck me (pfft)
gun smokin’ like a chimney (bah), we keep blowin’ ’til it’s empty (bah)
all i know is chase bands (huh?), i don’t need no fake friends (uh-uh)
these n-ggas love to sneak diss, then try to shake hands (uh-uh)
wanna k!ll me? gotta get permission, i’m a made man (i’m a made man)
last n-ggas played with me, n-gga lost like eight friends (bah, bah, bah, bah)
when i go to sleep i see evil, needles, dead people (huh?)
when i go outside i see dope fiends and raid vans (raid vans)
n-ggas don’t play with us, we move sh-t like art van (no cap)
this that top, when he try this, hit him with that narcan
unc’ don’t want no fentanyl or dull, he a hard head (huh?)
brodie still fightin’ that body, i’m sick, i can’t call craig (huh?)
i hear so much about myself, n-gga, f-ck what y’all sayin’
if i k!ll one, i gotta k!ll ’em all, they all friends, huh? (bah, bah, bah, bah)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
black mask, blue tips, i’m in the redeye (i’m in the redeye)
my opps didn’t cherish they life, them n-ggas dead now (them n-ggas dead guy)
n-gga played me with me and hid, i got his mans fried (i got his mans fried)
it’s hard for me to sleep ’cause i keep seein’ dead guys (them n-ggas dead now)
mommo said he want his head, i told him, “stand by” (bah)
he was just playin’ in my dm, that n-gga paralyzed (n-gga’s paralyzed)
i don’t fear the opps, but i fear god in my fear of god (in my fear of god)
every time them n-ggas think i’m mad, i bet my n-ggas slide, huh?
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
young n-gga play the new benz, black on black (black on black)
never had sh-t, treat the 580 like a scat (skrrt)
man, this rap sh-t free money, i’m used to be sellin’ crack (huh?)
that’s back when pops stayed in midtown, i’m playin’ madden (huh?)
’05 n-ggas used to be outside, take me back (take me back)
new crib, new car, new ice, hate on that (hate on that)
my old b-tch want some of this new d-ck, i’m straight on that (i’m straight)
last year i took a l, you see i’m just now shakin’ back (huh?)
god, please put your hands on me ‘fore you take me (amen)
i’m a felon, still keep that yeah on me for my safety (bah)
went broke a few times, i won’t let nothin’ break me (huh?)
tell them opp n-ggas suck a d-ck, i know they hate, huh? (i know they hate me)

[chorus: sk!lla baby]
black mask, blue tips, i’m in the redeye (i’m in the redeye)
my opps didn’t cherish they life, them n-ggas dead now (n-ggas dead guy)
n-gga played me with me and hid, i got his mans fried (i got his mans fried)
it’s hard for me to sleep ’cause i keep seein’ dead guys (them n-ggas dead now)
mommo said he want his head, i told him, “stand by” (i told him, “stand by”)
he was just playin’ in my dm, that n-gga paralyzed (bah, bah)
i don’t fear the opps, but i fear god in my fear of god (in my fear of god)
every time them n-ggas think i’m mad, i bet my n-ggas slide, huh?

[verse 3: rylo rodriguez]
every time them n-ggas go and make a post, we gon’ blitz they sh-t (yeah, yeah)
this is just that deep sh-t, gotta spin even though it’s witnesses (know it’s witnesses)
ain’t with the dissin’ and lil’ bruh got jammed, he had a fifty switch (brr)
we the ones gon’ send n-ggas to the mall to get a picture fit
i added horses to the trackhawk just incase i need to get away
‘fore i let ’em take somethin’ off my plate, i show my id to get a tray
make my side hoes eat each other, my main b-tch, she ain’t bein’ g-y
for me or my cousins, go with the opps at the family reunion, he ain’t safe
he keep it solid, he don’t like to brag, too smoke done fallen, fight the grass
if he hit his leg, that wasn’t our work, we aim at a n-gga shiesty mask
i don’t pay him nothin’, lil’ bruh just do it, he got a drac’ in a nike bag
every other day we hit the jeweler, we seen more ice than a hockey fan (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
black mask, blue tips, i’m in the redeye (i’m in the redeye)
my opps didn’t cherish they life, them n-ggas dead now (n-ggas dead guy)
n-gga played me with me and hid, i got his mans fried (i got his mans fried)
it’s hard for me to sleep ’cause i keep seein’ dead guys (them n-ggas dead now)
mommo said he want his head, i told him, “stand by” (i told him, “stand by”)
he was just playin’ in my dm, that n-gga paralyzed (bah, bah)
i don’t fear the opps, but i fear god in my fear of god (in my fear of god)
every time them n-ggas think i’m mad, i bet my n-ggas slide, huh?

- skilla baby

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