Dj Clue - Fatality lyrics

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Dj Clue - Fatality lyrics

We got Yung Mal in the building with Austin, we rocking, bout to go and kick a flow get it poppin Naw i'm playing.But forreal though It's a family affair, so they better be scared [Yung Mal] Check check y'all, I got my swag right I'm on the grind cause I gotta get my cash right Her head game mean, but that a** night Shining cause she know my future bright like head lights Can't slow down I'm living a fast life Everyday we live it up like it's our last night It gets crazy when I grab mics I stay k**ing sh** and putting beats in the past life I say I'm the best, I prove it to myself I'm the heavyweight champ I ain't losing my belt Ha Ha, some say I'm unique Cause I kidnap mics and I'm torturing beats Yung Mal is a beast no chain no leash And I'm roaming these streets These beats I decease, which means they will R.I.P. D.I.E I be k**in sh**, and I'm k**in this Yung Mal in the booth boy I'm ill as sh** Haha and I'm real bruh And my swag you'll k** for Dreads hanging down my back bruh And your girl on my back bruh Ha ha [Austin Antoine] Let me get em cuz Yo, I got friends in high places Groupies tryna date us Haters on hiatus, I'm tryna live life famous Uncreative fakers just testing my patience Tell em set a record and watch this guy break it Battle anybody thats sly and tryna face us I'm just tryna find how high this life takes us Deny dimes that's tryna be high maintenance cause i'd rather spend time and rhymes than go bankrupt Ooh they looking mad better pick your face up Melt your face off with half of the sh** I make up And if I sing to a girl on some Drake stuff and she's got a boyfriend they're probly gonna break up I ain't in a rush I'm just tryna pace stuff Cause real listeners know if it's worth the wait bruh They say they making moves when they ain't even ate none, you ain't even bringing home the bacon I just ate brunch Freestyle a verse just to knock it out Party hard with my hipsters we rockin out My homies from the hood and bros turn the party out I'm what they talkin bout, we making jerks walk it out And when Austin's out you know we gotta switch it up I'm on my grown man they still rockin sippy cups I sing, act, rap damn I be k**in stuff But I don't think I did enough, hold up These dudes be no names thats so lame probly cause they got no game I exhale propane when I flow I blow flame I'm in my zone mane you can play the old game, but I can change no strain from jet plane to slow train Half the time my mind is where the sky is Like I got a projector behind my eyelids So if I'm gonna make it big I'm biased What's a couple stepping stones to a giant It's hard to find anybody that can compare to us Whoever at the top had better have a chair for us Yung Mal I think they scared of us Cause we the future celebreties of America And we out

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