Blaq Meets Evil ft. A-Q Lyrics

I dare you to do the first verse on that track

Came from the bottom

And there’s too many niggas doing it better

Making a niggas who hustle for the gains ma

If its all about the cheddar

Then maybe somebody should be the one

To remind the niggas where they came from

(Instrumentals)

Yeah

Shout out to the fans the man that got me

The end to the end don’t care what happened

The rap is the plan no matter how many times

That we get backed in

Now its back and I keep focus

Cus the road is messed up

Been in the wrong direction

Turn the back in the jaguar then im racing

Racing yeah

Im a beast, im a monster

Known for the evil, its conscious

Got them similar brothers

For every rapper that’s underground

But ive worn up

Cus my mama

Listening to my songs now

That’s a plus plus

My rhymes gotta be clean now

Radio got no excuse now

Im a good kid with a mad past

Been stupid but im passed that

Been tested like a lab rat

Men to be fun comes with a back lash

This the day holic holden lost

One of my fans back

This song is me

Tryna get all of my fans back

Cus im back blaq

When I shouted at vector

I lost yum yum and fought

And I shattered the young

Lost a couple of fans

That could have been waving the pun puns

Yeah

My future hangs in the balance like

Hank sonuku

Cus ill be acting all gangster

But ill be back now

Back from Blaq

And you know A-Q never back down

Pack rounds of explosives

When I wrote this my sounds in the background

Blaq is the dopest

But you know rappers hopeless

Got to focus, im the closest to the best

And the best don’t ever notice

Funny cus the best is me

Try to compare me to who

One move bury I do

Apologies to your fans in advance

Promise I wasn’t in the plans

Ambulance will carry your man

Put you in the sand with your Louis

And a boda bag made of Gucci

Killed you in style with your brands

Fresh to death

When you get to paradise

You can tell it to the God of music, stupid

I aint got time for lame excuses

If you gotta brain then use it

This is hip-hop

Music became on the blue print rhythm

Like it came with the bruises

Kill em all try to ruin it

Why you gotta make me do this bla

Speak with a mouth filled with logos

Even when I lose I win

Im ***

If yall wanna know how I do this better

Just ask me how

And I might just answer

One with the beat like private dancer

Back in the days tryna get in the club

Couldn’t pass the bouncer

Tried to get it in

Tried to get back that thing

Yall said was gone with the wind

Whether or not I sing

Whether or not I rap

Like it or not im back

Tryna make a living off a dream

Even as hard as it seems

All this calls is to get me to belong

Fuck your jaz ill be fighting with a demon

All my life check my strife’s

See my scars

For my fans

I will bleed out my soul

Take my life make me whole

Q

Ive been put in a whole by these niggas

Im coming out

Pulling a trigger you thinking im coming in peace

But I come with a peace that disturbing the peace

If you know what I mean

And the building like house arrest off the table

The bling be around my chest

Ama get a pound of flesh

Is a nigga don’t recognize my fucking kind of rep

If I aint a king im a fucking heir

And niggas disagree ***

Get passed with your blood

It’s a nigga moment

Yall sit back with your nigga own it

Said the lyricist on the roll, on the roll

With a kick in the back of the door

Putting sand on the floor cus im too nice

That nigga back where

Cus the motherfucking shoes nice

Tryn get rid of her

But I just ****

How you gon kill us all

When im spending it

Just for a bit in the gue

Im kings man and it go bang, bang, bang

Ladies and gentlemen welcome

Keep your sentiments

Oh that shit is irrelevant

Dipped in mentanfetimen

Yes im dope

Go ahead and find you a better man

Where did I get this style

Where did I get this style

Be saving this shit for rainy days

You’re taking it personal

But you want a pat on the back

How you gonna spar with the greatest

You should be covered in latex

You need protection

With what im coming with

Go ahead spit that gandom shit

Im just spitting for the fuck of it

Still im spinning your esophagus

Go ahead and get off my dick

I told you bitch when im ready to poke her lips

This shits like the apocalypse

And this bad is a freestyle ble

How did you want me to go on this

What did this said about your mombilicty to your track

Sorry I custom wat

Everybody wanna sell albums online now

Shit I brought that back

Copy that, you copy cats

My next project is ***

Takes shit im done with that

Mad rapping I come with that

Im prepared for yall copy cats

Put the cat in the bag

And you never

Coming out that closet

*** bag that profit

Rap for the masses

But find a way to make a nigga like A-Q

Find a place

Blaq is a ***

Blaq is an opponent

Im the guy in the track and I own it

And I please all

Any other nigga rapping is a rip off

When I drop a track

God damn they rocking

Say that rap is a lift off

Rocket lift off, lift off rocket

Do I have to break it down for yall fagots

If I gotta beak it down for yall fagots

Then I break it off, off yall fagots

Ah

Cus I got mother f-ing luca

A-Q tell em im a motherfucking new guy

Look at me and I be swerving through your streets now

Pull up in that window

And im feeling like a new guy

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