One Shot One Kill
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Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' question They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend F*ck what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection Some niggas blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation I'm being modest should be silent Unless you payin' homage, remain the hottest Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest, nigga For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I've watched them come and go My track record ain't coincidental And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals Tell me, f*ck what would ya'll do without me Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me I'm like I leave your fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope Now watch 'em all go up in smoke I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the f*ck up, over guns so I try Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys Look, what the f*ck, I was just chillin' in the cut And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up You funny f*ck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me f*ck I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush Still in highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush So no questions, it's no panties in a muthafuckin' must It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper I'm the rapture on the mornin' after You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony Braxton Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin' Look, I was young, I was broke Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope I went hard with no results New approach, same truth Just get ready, aim, shoot then get bing, bang, woof So they better bring troops because I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the f*ck up, over guns so I try I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys It's fuckin' murder, baby I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby I know you heard me, baby Feel like I'm goin' crazy It's fuckin' murder, baby Run, run, run, the cops almost got me Another tear drop, another mothafuckin' body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body
Written by: Trevor Lawrence Jr., Calvin Broadus, Andre Young, Bernard Edwards, Candice Pillay, Dwayne Abernathy, Jon Kevin Freeman, E. Gabrielli, L. Cavina, R. Rondianini, M. Martellotta, T. Colliva
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