Lyrics:
On the killer level
Just fuck wit' me that's all I'm wishin'
I'ma dust ya'
Because I know you're softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin' clips in and out
Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone-lone-lone
I-I-I I've got
wit my stick
All guns fuck a fist
We ain't ducking no Action
Hell Na we ain't forget
Murder murder kill kill
Do a drill lips sealed
Mask up by your
Like a rock,
Like a planet,
Like a fucking atom bomb,
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
in between dreams of all thats been unseen
and three and two to four and oh yeah the five is mine and don’t you mind what you find its soon time
There are few certainties in science
But one fact of which we can all be
Certain is that one day we will die
Our atoms won't disappear
They will
maintain ya grip for just a little bit
I'd tell you it's all good but that's bullshit
Let's just try to feel good, yeah...know what I'm talkin bout
Walking on a tightrope
Trying to balance out my mind, yeah
That's me and my girl anxiety
Arguing all the time
Me and her we're a package deal
Can't
are free
To destroy lives, legally
I am angry with the thoughts
That tell me I'm not good enough
That make it hard to just get by
When all I want to do
All I got left is four, I'ma drink it slow
I tote a big .223, pinch that baby nose
I give a fuck 'bout politics, I just play my role
I drunk three
tooken that
Yo what the fuck y'all lookin at?
Let me ask a question, Rock where the fuck is Brooklyn at?
(Over here) Got my nigga Funkmaster Flex always
queen when I need mommy
Got a thick bad bitch going in on me
Going in on 3
I'm pulling my scheme like Moriarty
Chef Boyaredees the best bars that y'all
exist
Seen a whole lotta angels thats watching my six
I aint worried bout six like divide it by 3
That'll leave you wit 2 you talkin to me
They say im
Slap it on heads I’ll duck duck goose him
Me and my gyal exclusive
All of my old tings nuisance
I call shots like giff gaff shoot and swish that so I
Tical , The Prequel
Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal
I mean that, "Ooh wee", three years and two G's
I'm back with new trees, I
on the other side
And there are so many things
I wanted to say
That I want so much
And you moved away
And I think of all the times that you were right
I
the fuck y'all think
Niggas ain't got nuttin' on me
Everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he ain't what he say
N everybody
you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it, I'll fill his ass wit' holes
On that funk blow, throwin' high low like I'm a pro
Get buck, dog, get crunk,
That ain't no lyin on me, that's on my momma
All my niggas locked up and dead, behing all that fuckin drama
Wassup to Big Tymers, producers, groupies,
the court guarding the rock like I'm Dennis Rodman
Charging all these people with possession
Yeah
It's all the same
And that's the lesson
Teaching people out
nothing you could find
So, look again at all that was thrown aback to die
The void you were consumed by
Removed the forgotten light
I don't want time
turned and became jealous insane
I was hoping them niggas remain fellas estranged
How did I know that I would ever gain
All of the things I said I'd ever
Discuss these all that remains by 3 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In