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[verse #1]


I had to sit In that can like some old cold sardines.(tight)
Kept my lips zipped, and my pen clipped and now I’m free.(fresh out)
Gangsters keep silent like lasagna,
(No!) Gangsters keep it silent like not talking to P and never written statements, fuck the pasta keep it G. (On Larry)
So called real dudes just always in it for no cash. (Stay in ya lane)
tried to kite the bubble bout this jig I had, now he really ain’t coming home wit his snitching ass (BANG!!)
I use to give niggas 7s to make it happen, feed the fam and keep it stacking.(hold it down)
Then a coward turn state, just to double up his plate.
walked out the gates. (Out)
Heard he’s up in Harlem Lake.( splash)
U figure it out, Central Park or Fort Myers?
It’s been a while, don’t fish to catch boots and tires.
These ain’t the streets I kno.(Na)
We use to trust the gang, stand On that 6, (law) love the land, and represent for show.
Now everybody clicked up, 50 gangs beefing with each other plus within. (Woo and choe)
I’m too cold for this, I look over this.
2010 was the last year of the real shit. (Facts)

[chorus 2x]
Sweeping the streets like a Russian
Sneakers Kicking like Lou Kang(karate sounds)
Throwing signs, up in the air, imma Ghetto Bruce Wayne.
I’m Batman mothafucka.(yea yea)
I am Batman,  where is my Robin.(Robin?)
I’m Batman little sucka. (Yea yea)
I am Batman pass me the choppa.(machine gun sounds)(choppa)

[Verse #2]
Stand on everything I said, feel this,
Niggas back door friends, bitches lining up like barbers.(ziiip) 
Whose official and genuine, shawty turn prossi, and dudes will shoot ya face off for a few dollas. (Cold)
At least niggas ain’t scared doing drive bys. Walkin dogs is wat they doing now. (Thuggin)
Until the pack get loose and that beat down is worse then that bullet round.
(Stay up)
How your fingers more gangsta than you, warrior on the keyboard. herb in real life.
Shooda been hard in real life and never knew how to use a damn computer.
If I see u talking indirect.
Im pulling up to ur computer like a work chair.
With pins, masks, tape and rulers. We are shooters. (Bang bang)
(Short story)
Chic told me come over, out the blue.
So I did, back shots, foot holding her neck, big toe removing her pins, twisting her wig.(true)
Quick dismount, .32, closet door, 4 clicks.
I think I’m Tom Cruise, running sideways, burning after a Houston trip. 2 men down in that bathroom.
See that shorty tried to line me up,(trash)
And got her clippers faded black.
Don’t play wit people’s lives, we not playing wit u.(at all)
I will make the city dread,
Dancing over your burning body, dancing to Sexxy Redd!

[chorus 2x]
Sweeping the streets like a Russian
Sneakers Kicking like Lou Kang(karate sounds)
Throwing signs, up in the air, imma Ghetto Bruce Wayne.
I’m Batman mothafucka.(yea yea)
I am Batman,  where is my Robin.(Robin?)
I’m Batman little sucka. (Yea yea)
I am Batman pass me the choppa.(machine gun sounds)(choppa)

Hip hop, rap, trap music. Hard core street vibe