Suicide (feat. Dude Clayy & Broken Inglesh)

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JSA

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Alright
Now today was a good day
We all had a lot of thinking
A lot of thought process today
About our current situations
Broken, Saint, Clayy
Clayy do you have anything to say on Behalf the good of the group
We would expect all positive things By the way
(Lady's & gentleman)
Jesus Christ
The preachers wife
(Hold up)
A little praise is what I need tonight
(Hold up)
Private sessions in the candle light
This a séance she let me blaze on
Take a whiff of that napalm
(That's not a good idea)
Came pretty far for a Daquan
(Of course you did Clayy)
Point me to a rat that I can spray on
(That's not positive thinking)
That nigga diss me shit go way wrong
(Oh my god)
That's what mean by this bonfire
This 808 it go for long hrs
Don't affiliate with you non powers
I'm a monster
Like Saint Laurent Bruh
(Bet on that)
It'll cost ya
For your soul back
(Clayy)
Gifted wrist where ya stove at
Verses sounding like chopper clips
Doing donuts in your mommas whip
(Your getting really aggressive)
Riot and loot
She don't get played then that bitch get the boot
Wild like the deuce
If we at war then you can't call it truce
I been that dude
I'm sorry I'm rude
You jealous you you I can make you go poof
(Oh my god)
I was raised in voodoo I go ghoul in this booth
(Calm down Clayy)
I can make food out of you suck my dick and my balls that's a meal made for two
(Oh my god)
And I might die for this shit
Ima write my verse after I slit my wrist
I hope the blood don't f*ck my penmanship
But then again niggas ain't reading shit
I been off some shit
Coke in my sinus can't talk to my conscious
Them voices get louder then I start to get violent
Been labeled a problem
Like bitches on Instagram swearing they models
Hand on the fifth never hand on the Bible
I'm pleading the fifth shit is key for survival
Pray not to God but I prey on my rivals
Them grudges I'm holding is boosting my vitals
A cycle
Niggas kill and niggas kill
I'm back with the devil I need a new deal
I'm tired of these niggas they claiming they real
Shit these rappers like pigs they get jammed and they squeal
Who grabbing the wheel
It's harder to steer
The brighter the moon shift the darkness appear
They wave gotta crash that's the view from the pier
And please don't get close known to shit on my peers
It's one for the love
Two for the passion
Three for the hatred I still think that's passion
Was raised in the Flame bitch I rose from the ashes
I'm all off my axis don't f*ck with the masses
Watch me shoot my shot it's cus yo hand down
Your niggas never took a shot they just want handouts
Red on his shirt make him standout
Way to cool for the pound put yo hand down
Boy
Might turn Baltimore or Illinois
Harvey said thank God that it's a boy
Preach to these niggas
Shout out to Pastor troy
Niggas never want u to Shyne
Bad boy
Ima bad mon
Ox tail two beef patti in a bag mon
Get it all on your own never beg mon
Take yo wife do it twice I'm just deep I'm just deep in my bag man
Damn man
Free at last
Need some cash
Tenfold I don't need It fast
Give it all up I jus need to fast
Clayy say he need heat I don't even leave no ash
I jus wanted patti wit the beef
I jus wanted Feddy wit beats
I just wanted peace wit police
I just wanted head wit no teeth
What if the world was yours and you ain't have to dream of the streets
Used to Martin Luther dream with the speech
But my Inglesh Broken
My hair is nappy
My credits bad and my kid is worse
So I write all night long like Phife Dawg
Might kill myself just to make it work
Suicide

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