JUMP THE GUN
Kamp
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Gave a f*ck way too long, hey Gave a f*ck way too long, hah Gave a f*ck way too long, yeah, hey Gave a f*ck way too long, yeah, f*ck that I'm sinking deeper and deeper Man, I just can't escape Get this shit out of my head Open the floodgates I just wanna start over Give me a clean slate These thoughts are becoming dangerous I can't facilitate Shit's starting to manifest Gotta get this shit off my chest Can't stomach it, I just can't digest Gotta keep this quiet, suppressed Talking shit, this trigger don't rest Always under me, I'm unimpressed Square to me, I'll lay y'all to rest Taking shots but I'm bulletproof, no vest I'm losing my mental Tooth and nail, I'll put this tool to your dental Riding the coat tails of my pencil You pussies could never grapple with the devil Reaper coming to collect Keep this gun up in my bed Keep the sun up on my chest Why you bother with a vest Bruh, we coming for your head It's yellow flags, black snakes, don't tread No solace, no breaks, no rest Hella fakes, all cap, no bread No threat, no straps, no lead Oh man F*ck revealing, keep it close to the vests F*ck feelings, never show em again Never kneel, never fold, never bend Kicking this shit 'til the moment I'm canned Goddamn Keep the kimber tucked, fill you up with slugs Hit low like the sub Get my penny up, lifting dubs Stash it in the 1's What you want Take you kingdom come Black soul to match the lungs Trashing tracks for fun These silly rappers wanna jump the gun All your dying breaths sound so faint Every move I make is so vain Keep my shit clean like Colgate Wanna make it big like Cobain You bitches are nothing, no name Get you chest hair like Rogaine Man, I might hit you with the Hussein Your shooters are blinded, no aim Get you out the picture like some white-out Talking all that bullshit get you capped out Walk into the room and now it's light out Dollars started flowing got me psyched out Give it two tugs, let it dry fit Head fulls of clouds, shit is fumigated Stress make my life seem delegated Drinking, faded, run it Gave a f*ck way too long, load them semis up Gave a f*ck way too long, load them semis up How you running from a god, I'mma put it on ya Ain't no real ones by yo side, but I got plenty of em Like bitch Load them semis up Load them semis up Load them semis up Load them semis up Load them semis up Load them semis up Load them semis up Load them semis up Yeah
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Written by: Aidan Willcox, Draven Stamper, Dylan Willms, Mason Gamez
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