Lyrics:
for the kills just like Bourne yeah you know who it is
Uh it's mister flame
I can be sweet but not like sugar cane
I hear them talk, but I don't give
fooled but I get it
I fell in love with your demons
You made me feel like
The only way to breathe was by
Lovin you over and over again
Falling
better off when I'm gone
In my own private Hell and left all alone
[Bridge:]
You won't miss me when I'm gone
(Flames risin', flames risin')
I know you did
And it's so sadistic
Overdose on that sin
And sit in
Boiling water
In the devils kitchen
Ever felt like you crazy baby
Ever felt like you crazy baby
Ever
rob, I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably a fight
If I'm goin' fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead, then
not turning around. I've always been there for you. I know this game the balls in my court. I'll look at it like we dead now with no remorse.
Let's go!
from off my back
Don't corner no baboons, you get bonked just like cartoons
You won't ever feel the sun, like the dark side of the moon
It's Red Dead
In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
And niggas wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma
I'm thinkin' big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carters's that
never livin' as an April Fool
I'm back from the dead, you niggas are scared and I never cared
You wasn't prepared, I'm goin' up like a flame when it's
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
better, but you're stuck in my head
You got me hanging by the rails thinking I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead
I'm better off dead
I'm better off
man
But politics that's really not my thing man
Never voted once in my life I'm a dead man
Feeding all animals birds call me bread man
Like I'm lil
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme
By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate
light
Walk on by
Just look away
'Cause if you're on my path
You're better off dead
Devil's plaything
In my hands
If you don't want pain
You
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
the window
I got bad habits, I see dead faces
Up, with the stick, you know we erase em
Little bro in the cut, tryna get em like Jason
Bro got t the stick, he
severing, I don't wanna remember to death
You think you're clever?
Jog my memory, and step in my head?
Not your accessory, the rest of me is better off dead
in the womb
I blow like balloon
Thank you guys for some of your time
Top five, nigga, dead or alive, Q
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
The day of the dead and you're on our hit list
So come all you misfits
Bitch, you're on our hit list
Hold on, Holy Ghost
Go on, hold me close
Better run,
around, get laid down in the paint
Better do what you say, say what you do
'Fore I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew
They got FN's, AR's
know I play it, like a pro in the game
No better yet a veteran in the hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names
Hey its Cash
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