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**[Intro]**

Black revive, you thought I'd miss your little tantrum?

While four showed potential, you came to start some random

Beef that ain't worth my time, but let me school you quick

Then it's back to real business, your attention's counterfeit

**[Verse 1]**

You talk about cold streets like you really been there

I lived between Bloods and Crips, tension in the air

Posole and Centre colors flying on the block

South O skinheads posted up around the clock

SSB Samoans holding down their territory

Never pledged to none, but got straight killers 'round me

So when you rap about some fantasy freeze

I been navigating real wars since my early teens

**[Hook]**

You screaming for attention, but I got bigger plans

Real killers on my roster, you ain't part of my clan

Empire building mode while you stuck throwing hate

This response is all you get - lucky fucken break

**[Verse 2]**

"Don't know these cold streets" - boy, you don't know my past

Walked through gang territory, somehow made it past

Not by claiming sets, but by earning that respect

From certified shooters who protect and reject

Fake as bitches you'd relate to,acting tough but you scared

While you type tough online, I really been there

In the trenches where the wrong turn could end your story

You fabricating street tales, I lived the territory

**[Bridge]**

Five known responses, I'm positive there's more

You the lamest one - now what you come here for?

Nothing with your life but hate on others' success

Your desperation showing through that internet mess

*[Verse 3]*

"Bodies in the freezer" some movie script shit

Real G's move silent, you just talking out your pussy lips

You keep calling me ninja, but I'm armored samurai

Any ninja foolish enough to challenge me gunna die

I got connections from the barrio to the trap house

Samoans, Mexicans,whites-all throughout

The city that I navigate with diplomatic ease

While you stuck in your mamas bedroom talking 'bout you squeeze

Triggers that you never touched, living out fantasies

I built bridges through the hood, that's my legacy

You begged for attention and I finally gave in

This response is your lottery -you a lucky bitch! You win

Cuz without my acknowledgment you're just background noise

I blessed you with some bars, now go play with your toys

**[Final Hook]**

You desperate for attention, throwing pebbles at the throne

But I got street credentials you ain't never known

From gang territory wars to the empire I build

Your fifteen minutes up, your desperation fulfilled

*[Outro]*

Lived between the sets, never claimed a side

But got respect from killers 'cause I never lied

About my story, about my struggle, about my grind

While you fabricate tough tales to ease your mind

BlackREVIVE- thanks for proving my point

That real recognize real, and you ain't recognized

Back to empire business, got boundaries to destroy

Your desperate energy? Man, what's thats shit noise

*[Spoken Outro]*

Street politics is chess, not checkers

Bitch ;)