Gunman (feat. Mwilu)

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Makk.Black

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Yeah
Freedom of speech do i got it yes i do
Makk.Black with a plank on my neck, and a tank on my chest
Could you please me to death?
Know i say that I'm the one but i'm just like the rest
I'm a
Born sinner
No lunch just cold dinners
Go deeper we talk but i don't f*ck with you
To be honest i forget you exist
And you prolly do the same so dont hate just relate with the
Dysphoria I've been feeling all day
But i still put a smile on face
So i guess I'm fake
But who ain't?
Step aside on increase your pace
I just soaked my faith
So, Can i, breathe?
A young n***a tryna see the ending
The plot thickens
Psychopaths in gent linens
N***a where you find a robe like that?
Oh i just killed a man, made him drown on land cause he held my hand
Little things always get the best of you
And my pride gets the best of me
More drank got the best of many men out there with nothing left
But last dollar bills sliding off em stripper poles
Mind pacing while contemplating vaca' with Hannah
Pill popping while feet drenching in new designer
Henny sipping and tasha stripping while shisha blowing
The cars, the checks, the women
Brain cells dead when the liquor hit the ceiling
Man i had to air it out really did
Had to get if off my mind cause
Mind pacing while contemplating vaca' with Hannah
Pill popping while feet drenching in new designer
Gunman to hangman
Where the funds?
That's a check on your neck
Grab it
Defiance creeping in your breath blade flash now your gasping for breath
Blunt ashing later passing with friends
That's the reality you see when you pass through these ends
No sleek cars Lambos, beamers and Benz
Just scheamers again, bleeding in sin
Best believe me i would rather just leave it within
Don't want my mama here grieving again
Highway to hell with the gunplay that's like a million a day
On a bad day
They want me out, i don't do it for the clout, no, Money
Bands in bulk, better run it like your mouth
I was running nuts, out of my mind
Smoking heavy, that depression really
Got to me this time
I've been low and I've been out
Only thing left on my mind is
Coming up and breaking out
Breaking bread with all of mines
Bet the streets will feel me if so
Go to Turks and Caicos
Trade it for the lame hoes
That's life goals, man i've been sold
F*ck it man, man it's been owed
And for the dough, I go schizo
If it's not a bag, then f*ck it like a nympho
Stack it till my windfall
Grows about tenfold
And when they ask this the Mwilu that you've been known
I've been grown
That's life, man i've been told
Man I've been told
Mind pacing while contemplating vaca' with Hannah
Pill popping while feet drenching in new designer
Henny sipping and tasha stripping while shisha blowing
The cars, the checks, the women
Brain cells dead when the liquor hit the ceiling
Man i had to air it out really did
Had to get if off my mind cause
Mind pacing while contemplating vaca' with Hannah
Pill popping while feet drenching in new designer

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