nafla

Warning: NOT suited for minors.

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Intro)
Yeah
It’s the mutha fukin’ na to the fla
It’s the mutha fukin’ na to the fla y’all
Yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah
It’s the mutha fukin’ na to the fla
It’s the mutha fukin’ na to the fla y’all

Verse 1)
Boston Avenue, 6th St, chillin’ with the homies
With one dope beat, always killin’ with the homies
The car is filled with clouds, inside we nod our heads
Good music gets us drunk without alcohol

What I’m doing right now will change one day with big money
Since you entered [this scene] to do hiphop, if not done proper I’ll kill you
I come conquer and fukin kill errbody
Kneel down (swag)

We’re just talking at the parking lot
We didn’t do anything wrong, Mr. Officer
Talk out loud at the spot, then the cops come out
There is nothing, no use searching the car, fuk cops

The neighborhood is behind bars, the cops are making a pointless fuss
So we’re always at an uphill road, no doubt
Run boy, run boy, before you strangle him he gon point that gun boy
Our neighborhood is always a jungle

Hook)
The weather’s fine, tonight has a purple scent too, ha
Stanky ass smell, this city is humid and dark like a basement
The weather’s fine, tonight has a purple scent too, ha
Stanky ass smell, this city is dark, can’t you tell

Verse 2)
Ay, it’s been quite a while since I’ve gotten comfortable here
I’m a natural born killer with the mic, from the very beginning
I’ve come with an idea, all obstacles–
like my iPhone– I turn off

At a nearby playground or a 7/11 I spit my inspiration
With a speakerphone close by I record my flow, put it down
Cuz I be the sketchy Asian on the scene
Teachings of whites, callin’ up the cops

Every day my work routine repeats itself, but I can’t leave the spot
Most people don’t understand, no respect on midnights
Some might see my life as a waste,
I just pity those more whose lifelong dream it is to get ready

Always keepin’ it fresh, keepin’ it G,
doing my thing on a basic routine, always keepin’ it real
As long as I’m not disturbed, I won’t fail tonight either
Sippin’ on fluids, keep doin’ what I’m doin’ (swag)

Hook)

Outro x4)
I spit, I stick my middle fingers up to all the
fake MCs, now they’re all boring