Lyrics:
at revenge
Kill at will and I won't stop until I get to see the end
Fuckin covenant. Gonna shoot you all dead
Grab a sniper rifle, run around and shoot you in
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
balling
If you play attention
Got hypnotized by the street lights
I was addicted
Blinded by the light
I couldn't see i had no vision
But i was driven
everyday
See your face all around like every way
If it's love then I swear I'll never say
Cause I know that shit gonna hurt in the end
I remember when our
it's me that I'm stabbing, it's self-inflicted wounds
The Hitchcock of hip-hop, the end is comin' soon
You don't wanna see me run up with the thang
house shoes the only time I see the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have to cheat
Make em run that shit back Devin Hester on repeat
Jackson
I say baby, it ain't gonna suck itself
Virgin Records, it ain't gonna suck itself
I say baby, it ain't gonna suck itself
What 'chew waiting for? it
on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your
because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
you will run
You cute, you sweet, you wanna grab my hand
Yet I know at the end I will eat the sand
But I'm already used to the pain
So maybe I'm gonna
I really want
Some real music out of hip-hop
Fuck talking 'bout a wrist watch
Hold up
Hold up
You see my wave, I’m 'bouta blow up
Santa be bumping me,
Gang
Aye aye
Ayyeeeeee
Fucking back in the booth man
Customizable Custodian is not one to be fucked with man
Customizable Custodian will come to your
and I know I'll be at peace
I know I'll be at peace when I have reached my breaking point
My breaking down
And I'll have you by my side
Run dry, broken
to cater to Mary
Y'all fetishizing my spirit
I see your culture's dependent
On what you didn't inherent
Won't let my world be attempted
I'm staying
what The Matrix wants you to be, a they/them, emo, goth, transgender, fat-
We're lost, in a world of just fog and diminishment
Kind of madness here,
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
promise, I'll be alright
And I know I barely call, but I'm older, those days behind us
Your overdue hospital bills serve as daily reminders
Of what I need
Show them how we do it, run it like a relay
Real talk I can't remember this
Shit won't be on replay
Stop playing man
I'm rapping and texting man
And he
the boss - uh
Pause… what's the motherfucking problem man?
Thought we had a plan, to rumble this fucking land
To be the opposite of bland, to make ten
cold without a warning (B**ch)
So I need you gone by the end of the morning
Shordy run games like Rio (Uh huh)
Sent her a** home no depot
I don't see
our life changing
Gotta mix the opportunities and right training
I lost my mind but I found patience
I'm built to see the end and be the one remaining
a sign
Once upon a time
Here we go again
Tell me when the fuck is it all gonna end?
Once upon a time
I was on the run
I don't know what to say so I guess
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
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