Lyrics:
in cap I ain't buying it
She love the D she love the D
I can tell by how she riding it
Bullet gang you know we killing shit
Icey icey how we flooding
love
And hate to remember
Cah nowadays everybody's got secret agendas
I stayed loyal to the road
It could give me a rеference
Lеast it could do
roll sour
Killing old flows, I'm a nuisance
That's my old girl, meet my new chick
And you got this perception of me
And you said you could never love me
Like coping no time to bring the dope and
Got this narco got me feeling lit
It's been like 3 months since I've been home
Feel like forever how long I've
cyy, always moving with a bounce
Scaling baggies by the ounce
Table filled with large amounts
Hard to even keep count, yeah
Check the interior, nothing's
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Wondering why perfect women seek perfection?
I need a guide in life
My love compass seems to be defective
It always leads me in
the one to blame
The liquor went from numbing me to killing me
It's hard to chill with you now cause the energy is different
The love is gone I can tell by
to my demise i live fast drink fast fuck
Fast life a lie through the eyes of the deprived where crime Pays
And love is a waste of time where im from you
is two tone, and she know she dead wrong, yea
But I got something to say, they call me Malcolm 3k
And I'm stressed, but I know my granny okay
It's been
[Verse 1: Nomi]
Telling stories of a war chief killing with bare hands
To feed his fam with that boar meat
Swore he'd never starve, follow the herd
niggas tryna plead his case
Bro'nem inna killing they want opp pack In that za today
Li kee jus pulled up with that printer scamming that's 10k a day
Don't
marines with hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel
Guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following
hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's
Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me
You pooping slugs from your glock on your block I'm staring killing sprees
cold feet
Three days ago, it came in the mail
From an old love she thought had long ago set sail
Saying, "Baby, it's killing me, I hear you're tying
and louder
Prisoner code T.H.X, 1-1-3-8
I'm a break the chains and litigate Bill Gates.
And Ricki Lake type intruders of your private life
It's like they
look
Since a life took I don't do it by the book
I done hopped up out the matrix got em all shook
God calling
So I'm balling
You do too much jawing
I
to laugh at me
Until they really peeped the scene
Soul glowing like I had sheen in the curls
I’m already in love
Quit being mean to your girl cuzz she’s
We be rocking in the Hamptons
Love the beat then eat it like I'm mantis
Switching stances mid-stanza
Money where the mouth is, hard to understand us
Verse 1
I'm a killing machine/A superior being
I'm a diamond of hate/The son of catastrophies
I'm the warrior of hope/I'm the king of your soul
I'm
the things they make bread ons birthed by the very beings that they step on
Songs that they love to sing, to get rep on
Built off the same black backs they put
polished
Killing Wallace, you ain't built for this
Tone in my mugshot, feeling like Fritz
Misdemeanor, this for my young niggas pushing beamers
You still
I feel I'm getting fitter
Q of that sunny d shoutout to my dealer
I grow healthy you grow bitter
That's on scripture
My ex just be out here killing
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