DEFENDER'S RAP

• (Hook/Chorus)
• They know the fixed BGA gang till the end
• We ascend with respect deep, we don't play, we see you followin trends
• Stackin paper while they fumble and pretend
• We walk in silence, yet the message that we bring
• From the ghetto to the throne, we're standing alone
• Foes run, no innocence lost far from home
• Built from the bottom, now we're here on top
• They run the game, and we throw the dice away
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• (Verse 1)
• The whole scene's in chaos and everybody's frontin fake
• I switch lanes, ducking feds, don't touch the brake
• Have they got the right stuff Can they handle the pressure
• My dawg, both's on lock, every move earns my keeps
• My word is my bond stronger than steel, real
• BGAs that team, we load them stacks, as they squeal
• My swagger's to real, can you feel it in the air
• I gotta say, they all stop and stare
• A gang stays distant and respects how I move
• If one false move and the whole block gon duck n groove
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• (Hook/Chorus)
• They bid their goodbyes with the mounted BGA
• yall get no honour from me, and fight in words
• This breede's Stackin' paper while they fumble in pretend
• We do it in silence but send the message im collectin rent
• From the block to the throne, we own us
• Foes retire, they aint steppin on my block they needa step around
• Now we stand on the crown, built from the ground
• They play the game, but we shut the whole thing down
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• (Verse 2
• I am the glitch in their code, the one without a trace
• While they flex for the gram I’m runnin the race
• I cannot divide what brings my family together with strength
• BGA's the crew, don't give no clues
• I am the apex predator, no need for disguise i just choose
• When I walk into the room, you see fear in their eyes
• While they chase the clout I’m stackin in peace for these guys
• Self-made self-paid I’m the king of the feast
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• (outro)
• They know the BGA gang until the end
• We run deep respect, we don't play, we elevate
• Stackin paper while they fumble and pretend
• We move in silence but the message we send
• From the block to the throne we own the zone gangs that
• know where not to go
• enemies flinch Now we lay on the bed that's built from the head
• they playin to much games send em packin cuz they dead