Lyrics:
track
Every will verse will kick your ass crack
I poured my heart into this disc kuz I'm a master my craft Facts
This track that I was Rippin's bout
across these tracks
God know I know these clowns
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind
across these tracks
God know I know these clowns
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
And God got my back so
Boosie keep his mind
muddy water
Play about mind bit I bet you get slaughtered
Turnt into killer when i became a father
Everything I do man I do it for my daughter
Nigga
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
So much on my mind that it can't recline
and uncut war poems from ancient zones
The black Hitler, killer riddler breakin bones
Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast
My shockwaves to keep
match the chrome D's on my low-low
Total chaos, you think that I'm a rapper your way off
I'm a killer that be murderin these tracks, so stay off
Serial
wrote
Read my chart I'm certified hoe
I've got a disorder borderline though
My mind is distorted I know
Hoarding my trauma seeking nirvana
Fighting
weird how we shape up?
Brushing off my mind, girl I'm not that kind
Tryna tell me lies, read between the lines
You get left behind, Ima master mind
for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it’s time ya bow down and rep ? in my honor
Writ
the fence
I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies
And names of the rappers I checked off my list
They say it's a track, it sound more like
the business
Behavioural issues from her childhood
Can't fix it
I might just risk this very life of mine
Impressionistic of womanly losing
Why's my mind so
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
A rampage a day puts me in the right mind
Not fazed by the way that they seem so surprised
A plea for ya life won't suffice
You don't want combat with this
melon (melon)
You still tryna make your first million in los santos killer
Came through for my city
And I coordinated this shit with my wit, Is you with
Could be in my last ride
In a chocolate covered casket
Eaten up by a hearse
Covered in dirt sent up to my maker
Na this ain't no candy
But he is a life
B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop
when I'm off my shift
Scarf on my waist pull then I'll scorch your face
I'm like a copy-cat killer
Born for strangling niggas
Then pull
and joy
Everything now
I really do mind when I think of my time spent waitin’ on my telephone
But now I can breathe, watch the branches from a new tree
your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggas
You landed in the M and said your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
your mouth and got into it with some real ass niggas
You landed in the M and said your life was in ruins
By the way nigga, how your collarbone doing?
met them in the feds
Across the wall boy
New Ram squatting 26's that's a tall
Toy
Did my time they thought I'd lose my
Mind
I made it all joy
Way
Discuss these read my mind multimedia track by the killers Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In