Locals Only - King Fantastic

Back on my shit, Back on my shit

Slap a nigga silly

Back on my shit, Back on my shit

Slap a nigga silly and robbing motherfuckers when I catch em in my city

Maurice is the nigga you used to run from

Maurice is the nigga you used to run from

Maurice is the nigga you used to run from

Now I hear you dumb dumbs out here talking my shit

Like you talk with a lisp

It don’t sound right coming off of your lips

Cause my nigga you a bitch

Heard you got a little gun now

And you got a small circle that you run now

Well let me give your tough ass here the run down

I will spill your brains into this motherfucking V.I.P

Cause you a bitch and you always will be

You posers kill me

Talking that gangsta shit

And You ain’t never got real in your life

Ain’t never made the blood spill in your life

You got a couple shaky stories only you can back up

Hit the hood homes and see the record I racked up

Maurcio Rivera, no middle initial, ch-check the sheriffs website I had issues

Black heart homes, no tears, no tissues

I wouldn’t give a fuck who, out there miss you

This song here ain’t designed to diss you

It’s a warning shot, to get back in your place

Before I get back on my shit, Slap a nigga silly

And robbin motherfuckers when I catch em in my city

Cause I don’t give a fuck about the pen

And I could care less about death that don’t stop my breathe

I breathe through the city lights

My soul permeate the air of the city nights

I’m a god, and you a façade telling fake shit to the people

Talking out yo ass like you my motherfucking equal

And that’s gone get you killed, Yes my nigga it is that real

So unless you can swallow that deal

You bet I’ll have your ass right back on that Hollywood shit you bitch

Bet I’ll have your ass right back on that Hollywood shit you bitch

Bet I’ll have your ass right back on that Hollywood shit you bitch