DOOMSDAY (feat. Smokexys)

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JAKEB

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In the fog, got my metal on the street
Wantin' to be on four floors, got a hundred on my feet
Ready or not, got my squad, wishin' you hadn't begun the heat
Now that I'm taking world tours, wishing you'd never had fucked with me
Blood red, you're wasting the time while they're missing, you better go find them
You once said, you wouldn't admit any guilt wishing you were not like them
The love's dead, you stitching up places that can't be replaced
You be fake, you be fucking above expectations with shit that you thinkin' dont matter
You're telling me fine then
Yuh, count from ten, with a chopper in your face, what the f*ck
On the pen, now I'm picking up the pace, get you cut
Shoulda kept it shut, your words are such a waste
Out of luck, and out of lust, but now its lookin' bit too late, yuh
Little bitches trying to keep it comin' while I burn the bridges
Little bit of lying, turn the switch into the on position
Hit em with the fire, hide the money from my oppositions
We ain't gonna give a drop, now listen
Calm down, I don't wanna lose, don't wanna give it up
Guard down, hang em up in twos, a body in the trunk
Armed now, still a lot to prove, I got my winnings up
Time to live it up, I got my count, it's ticking up
Yuh, I'ma live it up, it's time to put his body in the cut
I'll drive this thick machete through your skin right up your fucking gut
And watch your insides spill out, boy, you need to get a tummy tuck
Don't you think you me, I'm sorry, never happen sonny son
Playin me, you'll think you'll get it again, but I'm keepin a stick for the case that you runnin
Flock at me, you'll think you'll hit it again, but you'll see I'm alive just the way I be stuntin
Your bitch is predictable, hittin my line, chuck her right to the side, pussy look like a grubbin
I don't wanna f*ck with no niggas that be way too pussy to come up on me, we can run it
(Carnival Gang on the track)
Your last day, watch the lighting fade away
Get a bullet to the wound, you gotta find it right away
You wanna get it all together, shoulda really got away
But now you dealing with the consequences, dealing with the pain, yuh
Fast pay, why you runnin, why afraid
Gonna pull it, reload, gun it, shoot a blick into the tray
Speeding, foot up to the pedal, think its time you gotta pay
Gonna hunt until your gone, until the lead is in the brain, yuh
My blade take a life, took a trip, and my holster be fit and full, taking vacation
I'm aching to fight, but you running all pitiful, pray got denied bitch, i ran out of patience
Time flying too literal, willing to guide, rather go with the grip cause I got the location
My gang on the side, and your lie sounding typical, stunt in my fit never found on surveillance
You bitch, eating the rich, better go take your wrist and slit, yuh
Got my glock, I'm running up 40, keep my whip and pistol showing
Keep your soul dead, I'm shocking by glory, now you bleed red, my list keep growing
Cut my wrist, get the funny filled lead, she suckin' up dick on the most unknowing
Taking a joke, was it something I said, you're gonna go broke, or you're gonna be dead
Can't take what you dish, and now it seems there's no more luck
Fill up my double cup, 40 count, plug stuff, got my team and we all play rough
Getting my trouble out, money count up some, in my dreams, now you ended my trust
Buckle up, pray for, heaven you wait for, struggling, day tour, thinking you're too sure, yuh
Trifle, got my weapon, got my rifle, give a confession
It's your final couple of seconds, no survival, send it to heaven
Suicidal from depression, earning my title, learn your lesson
Under denial with aggression, beating my rivals, no expression, yuh

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