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Light Work (Freestyle) Lyrics by Kuniva

A History of Violence

2014

[Verse 1]
What's good little homie? I'm hoping you had a nice run
My history is so violent ,you fuckin' with the right one
Check your pockets nigga I got right funds
Lot's of heavy hunters, plenty middle weights 50's, a couple light ones
5 star general, I don't fuck with the clown shit
You Brandy type sitting up in your room, wannabe down shit
Shady haven't seen this type of hunger since Curtis dropped
7 Mile dog, yeah Runyon Ave. is the murder block
Bitches catch a glimpse and start looking all googly-eyed
Tell the broad "Mickeys D's or Burger King, you decide"
After her decision straight to room, to the thighs
Shorty barely had enough time to chew her fries
Kuniva's presidential status is mobbin' on the road
Get your stacks up and act right and get me on your show
You don't wanna compare us and between us that's embarrassing
'Cause my name is good and all your gimmicks are perishing
Mono e mono, it's unfair with the match up
Like a beautician that's on the job, I tear the track up
[Something/Suffering?] so with bullshit so I ain't gotta pop off
What's the use of buying it cheaper, it's still a knock-off
You the type to talk over the phone about the drop off
Or get checked, when niggas pull off you wanna mouth off
Nigga not the kid, I stand alone on my own
I don't need to roll deep to be respected, I'm grown
Pull up at the spot and drop a couple dollars
'Cause where good pussy is information and shorties droppin' knowledge
Derty Dozen, diamond in the rough, holdin' 'em up
I'm so real I'll give you chills like it's snowing a [bluff?]
When niggas try to air me out I get to folding them up
End of story, closed case homie, open and shut
It ain't nothing like investing in yourself without the yes men
I got a couple best friends who people wasn't best friends
Name your favourite rapper and I guarantee I'll blaze 'em up
'Cause I done met most them niggas, half of them are fake as fuck
Looking like a deer in the headlights, yeah the fed type
Barely pay they bills but yelling out "Get your bread right"
I ain't a politician that's why I keep to my damn self
Blasting my gun over heat like it's missing a fan belt
That's that Runyon Avenue talk homie I'm 'bout that
Punkin' me? I doubt that, holler at me I shout back!
The most savage carnivore, Sun Tzu, Art of War
On my block they body more, weaponry kinda sore
Step to my and I'm for sure to give you what you ask fo'
Fake beef we through it in the sack, that's White Castle
Kuniva's here with no fear, push me
Like a monk in the mountains far from civilisation, nowhere near pussy
Bitches on my dick 'cause of my status though
Yo it's on as soon she pull up, get out her car and lock the Stratus do'
Savage for the cabbage bro, servin' 'em like mac' and ro'
Leaning out the cutty, see the sparks and feel the shrapnel
My attitude been on some next shit, fuck the next man
Soon or later our blocks will close in on you like Tetris
Do it mean, take the pinky ring and leave the necklace
It's just a certain part of this life that you shouldn't mess with
Lyrically they scared of me, timid, won't bring they artists 'round
This is how a hungry artist sound, I'm the hardest out
My team's Block Symfany, that's Tboyd and Rio
Feeding bitches cold cut trios, yeah I'm a cheapo
Haven't reach my peak though
But if I pop the trunk on this Benz you'll see so many guns you'll think I had a cheat code
Niggas even when I'm rolling light, I'm still deep though
How you want it homie, bruised body or bruised ego?
Step like a frat members, I done them seen the dollar signs
A few fine concubines that I can put my cock behind
Throw the piece up on her ribs, throw 'em in latex
Finish up and do the drink step out of her crib
You panic when pressured while I'm cooler than a winter breeze
True indeed, letting sparks fly like Jubilee
You and me two different type of breeds, different creeds
Harvested from the same streets but two different seeds
Salute to the backpackers, the spitters and the G's
Yo it's far from over, watch me and BELIEVE!

[Outro]
Yo it's far from over, watch me and BELIEVE!
Yo it's far from over, watch me and BELIEVE!
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About “Light Work (Freestyle)” by Kuniva

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"Light Work (Freestyle)" appears on "A History of Violence" in 2014.

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