Lyrics:
fullllll
Of kinds of bullshit
I gotta let it goooo
To get back my focus
I wrote this
In 10 minutes flat
To show kids
That when you grindin
You dont need
the channel
Chorus x2
You are witnessing an assassin
Entering in your mansion
Literally with masked mask and take the gag
Come bash his ass with bats
I'm
love this thug shit
(Chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs
it's more than life
And I don't blame you
Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by
advised
Then taking ya bitch
Triple X to your eyes
She on her knees for god like it was Sunday morning
She praising me boy by shaking and moaning
Wait
Bump
Hope it's not laced with fentanyl
This is deadly
My weapon
Is armed and it's ready
Hold it steady
It's delicate
Might go off any second
The death count
your "happiness" was just a lie
And besides, who's got time for that?
That happiness'd probably burn out in 30 seconds flat
"No, I will not," you plead
turned into a second rate person, but I'm not the first
This isn't your typical cry for help
I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with
was that he selected as the battlefield a narrow valley,
fronted by a flat plain, with dense woodland at its rear. Aye... Mandeussedum,
"the place
Chorus
Don't get it twisted by the high heels and pretty dress.
She aint the type you bring home to your mama.
She's a maniac a maneater.
She'll hit
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
profound with pronouns
for the people shit, not a gold crown
Chorus 1x
This a big chill , money now sit still
I'm serious
too many years gone by
but I don't give a, uh!
Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governor
My red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spot
Blood gushing
wack I hate one
I tie you down to a hot spike table
You ain't able to stand still own your flat line
You trap bomb inventor
Your mind is in
me I'm a Uptown nigga for life! (2X)
[1st Verse-Tec-9]
Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless
Jack ya for your
enforce the rules and you pay the tax
Disagree and your soul I separate by slash
Gotham bred Eagles, DC called me back
Batman led my city so Bane broke his
the body, and knows who I'ma ruin
When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
I'm rollin a fatty like death is comin believe it
Recognize
Jamaica with my girl, Will and Jada
Told me break a leg and I amputated
I don't need luck, you can save your congratulations
By the way, I'm on my way up
back, undoing all your words
I guess that fell flat, you can't remove the hurt
So why do I feel sad? I'm really going off
I missing what we had, I'm
too little too late sorry chump check mate
I'm in the room to do my thing
You wanna battle lets go just get your butt in the ring
Ten seconds and its
blinded by tears of pain
Hopes and dreams are shattered into fragments time and time again
Life's a prison and death's the key
Time take my life [x
Alegrias but also sadnesses Love but also hatred and this that speaks to you has walked by shades Of death valley knowing the two faces the life
that would make Grandmaster Caz clap
You clone rats get no daps so save your peace
What you utter's like a butter knife tryna slay a beast
These X
As your head leaves your neck
Blade protruding from the shadows
Grab you by the neck
Bend you broken, fear exhuding
Cowering in shit
Limbs removed, head
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