Lyrics:
fade the real
They get paid to kill
Rap is a way to heal
Perhaps the bandage or the bondage
Armistice farmer for compliments and earnestness
nigga, I'm strolling
Shooters on deck, I break bread and they own me
Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
Why the fuck would you be
kill it? Kill It
The way she got it poppin'
Oh, it's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweek like you ain't no freak
Peep I keep my game
going at the 5th speed
What could make you think that im healed?
No heal, no heal
No heal, no heal
No heal, no heal
No heal, no heal
No heal, no heal
No
The bag on me I get it
The sauce on me I'm dripping
Hating ass niggas just kill it
Niggas already know I'm pooping like a skillet
Reel in the bag
the deal and keep it real
Can't heal venoms my last meal
Let me be
Let me die let me bleed
One more thing that's free
Fuck you and kill me
Fuck you and kill
he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet, I'ma hide it
I Had off his skillet just for trying
Crease God
To you fresh from the skillet
Impressionable I address you and kill it!
Let me wild on you niggas again (GET 'EM!)
And set the record straight
(YEAH) This
scenes
That means your talk is cap
Cause the way I act make me grab my Mac
I fire back at your windows
All I need now is a little bit of info
Crushed by
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let
filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it (uh, uh)
Knowledge should be taught from the cradle to the grave (uh)
Rhymin' opposition get it twist
If you don’t really know me
Get away
If you don’t wanna heal me
Kill me
Before you get to feel it
Feel me
You really want the old me
No way
If you
It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas
Murda-ma-murda nigga
(Kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)
Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em
the world
Shot go out to my ex
I’ll never love another girl
More than I love me
I got cut too deep
But I know I’m gone heal
And I gotta pop a pill
Cross my
make a killin
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel
(It's calling me)
Heal my spirit, break my mold
(It's calling me)
Kill my demons, claim my soul
(It's calling me)
2020, get put to rest
Passion burning,
bottom
And wanna kill your self
Don't give up you can heal yourself
So many weapons formed
So much damage from the storms
But it ain't no time to mourn
Now and again, a nigga want beef
So young Anee keep a skillet
Now and again, lil shawty want dick
So I dive in her and kill it
Now and again, a nigga
Hundred dollar bills
Cheap thrills
Yeah, smoking kills
But I like how it feels
cnd we're all a lil broken
So I hope your heart heals
Hundred
understand
All that man to man talk can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it
comin' hectic and hyper
Aimin' like a sniper
And when I rock the mic you'll respect me
You respect it 'cause you know
I'm known to kill it
I make it,
let niggas slide on me and kill me
I rather go sit in the cell and go listen
To niggas be lying and all in they visits
I jumped in that water I swim
em' beef
Am too focused getting Ps
Get the Scene
Shake it up
It's well-received
By the realest check the Fee
Rep Chicago overSeas
Sleeping on me they
the pain is such a release?
I get the courage to pick up the nails cause it's killing time.
[Chorus]
Kill me, heal me.
Kill me, heal me on and on.
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