Lyrics:
count on any reprieve
The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
Chorus x3
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Give that 45 (when the stereo'pumpin')
Black motherfucker
Prophet posse my nigga
Is, is my
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
runs in my blood, and I'm the guy they require
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze
I’m with now
Ain’t no change in my style
I been living like this for a while
Crazy, I took me a mile
I was given only inches to determine how my life
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
chains on (okay)
Three diamond bracelets, don't get flamed on (baow)
Cribs is outrageous, real different phases (yeah)
Whips like look like spaceships
and think
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
shorty on honor roll, I gave 'em help
Take off them Uggs, I brought you new Chanel (new Chanel)
I'm with three, four killers when I move around
Sent you
Most of my killers got fades or dreads Ima real G standin by what i said
Keep a bad bitch just to lay dine for bed fuck her and go ima leave her on read
buried
Shit gets scary when you say Mike three times Kinda like a Bloody Mary
Blood splattered, torture Cadavers as the pulleys vary
The tools that I
And before I could God
There we were one-two-three-four-five seconds
Her on the floor me on the floor
When she and I
Stared at each other
As we may have stared
barbed-wired skylines
By artifical night
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines
Have we lost
Fuck these
Dealers giving free trails of a lethal veil filled with the silent killer with no remorse
The demon of our generation its gets you hooked
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the best?
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Don't get
shawties I'm hearing the bell from my time
Saved by the bell now I'm zack morris
Tension
Whole lotta tension
Moving in silent don't need the attention hall
)
I need ten bodies for my nigga (ayy) and that's on cause, pussy (I want blood)
MPD know how I move, keep killers and drugs with me
Don't call me
Ain't scared to shoot a mofucker if I have to
Trained to be a killer, it's what I'm posed to do
Dark nights pave the way, where evil souls pursue
No
rife, yeah
My path
My path
My path is lit by the moon
My path
My path
My path is silent, like an owl's hoot
My path
My path
My path is lit by the moon
My
I was (better than I was)
To my granny I'm an angel, but
This murder shit be runnin' through my blood (gang)
It's in my bloodline (bloodline)
Tell me what you know about the silent killer called depression 007 it's lethal
Elevate my conscience but I'm haunted by my past life and life
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
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