Lyrics:
your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us Heyy
All black my attire
I don't need it
Jump in
fuckin' test me
'Cause these hoes won't even dare
I'm wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
I just thought of another one that might go here
Mike Jacked 'em, now they gotta beat it
I throw up hit's, heh, I'm bulimic
Shoutout to Drake why? I stay schemin'
Started from the bottom
Now the views
Causing all this static
Man this automatic oh
Got a lot of thoughts on my mind
Man I'm trippin I'm gonna be fine
Been fucked up man I can't even lie
three degree
Before you call the shot but now it's our turn
Blow up the system now and tables have turned
Your hidden knowledge you thought I'd never
then what
What do we do to get out of this mess, bringin' pain to our chest
I'm restless but, i'm pushin'
I did what they thought I wouldn't, and said
This is that full out souped up automatic
Just can't quit let the bass hit right on time
Running hard til the end put you in a panic automatic
since then playing my part
Life’s going by like Neptune, take it in no test tube
Blessed up, spittin at you, some of these old lines vault shit little
of hope I lost
How do I know I'm not
A piece of puzzle
Thought I was one in a dozen
Blasphemy
I start to see how that define me
Mistaken identity
Who can I
do it
But I'm not strong enough to
I thought that quitting my job
And having some time off
Would help to lessen my stressors
But now I think I was
like it's correct
Cause I know what's best
But when I fall too damn hard my health I disregard
And if it's a test of will, I guess that I've lost
Cause
Spilling ink stain a page with a memory
Spilling drinks blaze the haze sipping Hennessy
I sit and think about the pain I thought would never leave
out of the ashes like a phoenix
This is class and I am teachin'
I feast on rappers and purge like I'm actually bulimic
I told myself not to hurt you,
feels to be running on low
I know how it feels to be lost on the road
He thought it was crack but sold him some soap
I passed the test wit flying
Yeah, Drizz, YM,
Look...
Nxggas saying 2020’s gonna be their year,
Dawg, it’s been 2020 for like 6 months now,
To any of you rap nxgga who thought
Nigga talking down ain't seeing me
(Nahh)
To tell you the truth he wanna be me
(Pussy)
Fox 10 news I'm on tv
(What)
Semi automatic on repeat
(Yeh)
No
I got a C-Note USB, and the machine is full of key notes, test me
Long as my niggas from the curbs support me
I'm straight, 'cause swerving's
Flow so fly automatic
Out to prove that I still have it
Thoughts ecstatic, so erratic
Don't spit fire, call this shit magic
This a hit an instant
Untouchable flow straight outta Los Angeles
A product of semi automatics and extendo magazines
Females selling pussy but I refer em as trap queens
Go be a hoe
mine
'cause in 99
I ain't wastin' no time
Makin' that money
While I'm pushin' my line
Design to prime nigga
Nigga with the automatic status
Daily
and white pit with the pink lips
Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'
Big cat nigga all season
and white pit with the pink lips
Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin'
Big cat nigga all season
aerial raid right where you rest at
Now test that
I snatch your heart right through your chest black
Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night
I gotta
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest
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