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Tension Video (MV)




Performed By: Fatal Da Cannon
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Terrance Keene, Jr.




Fatal Da Cannon - Tension Lyrics




I heard all the small talk but only chose to listen, what y'all thought?
Not many decisions do my missions wit' all heart
I'm raw, smart and just keep to myself for the large part
Normal type of nigga probably seen me at Walmart
Ion call parts I hit the buffet line
Lil niggaz want their time, I up their grind
At least show em how to move, finesse the litigation
And digress intimidation in them pressure situations
The best will get the paper, the rest is get'n Nathan
How I leave a head turning shit the exorcist was faking
You tryna get some bread? You best to get to shaking
And stay away from the pigs why you questioning the bacon?
It's no coming back from certain places of betrayal
You can tell when niggaz foul cuz they faces will be stale
Whole run down shaky from the ace end to the tail
Whole tier know ya stats before you make it to the jail
That's a tailgate for tension
The game just started and in one move you are in a stalemate position
Clickaz' wit' the beam niggaz jail break the Smith N'
Cuz the Smith N' help the sales and the sales get the pension, listen
Basic math, Whatchu' fail or ain't take the class?
Get it daily or just get it once and make it last
Make sure my buddy head full for I make a pass
In case fragile nigga make me have to break his glass
In First place Im first place, niggaz placing last
My killers do the job in Dickies and a Jason Mask
I guess I'm nocturnal cuz I'm up at night
Grinding all day just to say a Nigga up at night
Fuc'n right, fuc'n real
She know a nigga ain't her man but we fuc'n still
Understandings at a mutual, it's nothin' chill
She ain't trip'n, she proposed it "Nigga, what's the deal?"
My quickest reply was as slick as a slide
So she pushed her business aside told me "get in the ride"
See you'll never see the vision stop squinting ya eyes
You ain't real nigga, nigga you a bitch in disguise
If the shoe fits wear it, you feel offended it's valid
I feel like I'm the best you still pretending it's Khaled
Ion want ya votes don't even mention the ballots
Niggaz wanna do the hit then I'm extending the mallards
Still tryna put a end to violence cuz shit senseless
And you don't know the half w/ 12, that's six inches
Niggaz always claiming they solid then quit flinching
Doing anything for some likes to get mentioned
Lil sucker for attention had some struggle interventions
Ain't gotta hustle in em so he suffer as a victim
Tried to put em on some game, touching butter is a system
I really should've listened to my mother, F*ck these niggaz man...

Ion carry tension I just boss up / cool it down ain't no reasons to be star struck / I'm just a nigga who learned life from hard luck / my pen golden like everything the God touch...

Ion carry tension I just boss up / cool it down ain't no reasons to be star struck / I'm just a nigga who learned life from hard luck / my pen golden like everything the God touch...
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I heard all the small talk but only chose to listen, what y'all thought?
Not many decisions do my missions wit' all heart
I'm raw, smart and just keep to myself for the large part
Normal type of nigga probably seen me at Walmart
Ion call parts I hit the buffet line
Lil niggaz want their time, I up their grind
At least show em how to move, finesse the litigation
And digress intimidation in them pressure situations
The best will get the paper, the rest is get'n Nathan
How I leave a head turning shit the exorcist was faking
You tryna get some bread? You best to get to shaking
And stay away from the pigs why you questioning the bacon?
It's no coming back from certain places of betrayal
You can tell when niggaz foul cuz they faces will be stale
Whole run down shaky from the ace end to the tail
Whole tier know ya stats before you make it to the jail
That's a tailgate for tension
The game just started and in one move you are in a stalemate position
Clickaz' wit' the beam niggaz jail break the Smith N'
Cuz the Smith N' help the sales and the sales get the pension, listen
Basic math, Whatchu' fail or ain't take the class?
Get it daily or just get it once and make it last
Make sure my buddy head full for I make a pass
In case fragile nigga make me have to break his glass
In First place Im first place, niggaz placing last
My killers do the job in Dickies and a Jason Mask
I guess I'm nocturnal cuz I'm up at night
Grinding all day just to say a Nigga up at night
Fuc'n right, fuc'n real
She know a nigga ain't her man but we fuc'n still
Understandings at a mutual, it's nothin' chill
She ain't trip'n, she proposed it "Nigga, what's the deal?"
My quickest reply was as slick as a slide
So she pushed her business aside told me "get in the ride"
See you'll never see the vision stop squinting ya eyes
You ain't real nigga, nigga you a bitch in disguise
If the shoe fits wear it, you feel offended it's valid
I feel like I'm the best you still pretending it's Khaled
Ion want ya votes don't even mention the ballots
Niggaz wanna do the hit then I'm extending the mallards
Still tryna put a end to violence cuz shit senseless
And you don't know the half w/ 12, that's six inches
Niggaz always claiming they solid then quit flinching
Doing anything for some likes to get mentioned
Lil sucker for attention had some struggle interventions
Ain't gotta hustle in em so he suffer as a victim
Tried to put em on some game, touching butter is a system
I really should've listened to my mother, F*ck these niggaz man...

Ion carry tension I just boss up / cool it down ain't no reasons to be star struck / I'm just a nigga who learned life from hard luck / my pen golden like everything the God touch...

Ion carry tension I just boss up / cool it down ain't no reasons to be star struck / I'm just a nigga who learned life from hard luck / my pen golden like everything the God touch...
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Writer: Terrance Keene, Jr.
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