Lyrics:
blessings
Hit the road so many times nigga I ain’t never stressing
Get surgical with that Drac put that boy together
Artistic with The that chopstick I’ll
on track and get surgical
Get on me with me and ima embarrass you
Pass me that remy im thirsty boo
Im tryin kill the pussy and murder you
Then blow kisses
with no history
Radical changes, unknown mystery
Take a number, step in line
We'll take your organs
And starve you dry
Surgical procedures, on a whim
No
perfect hives and organizations
Handle surreal surgical techniques
Without a trace of humanity
They will leave you broken bones and destroyed nerves
vertical
So if you weigh me down
Cut you off like it's surgical
I got no time for chillin, workaholic in my spare time
You, tryna take off
Just meet me
call us and it is toxic
It's a dangerous game when we play with no rules
I don't give a fuck when I'm distracted but in low moods
Got me surgical with
could be The Matrix and I might be The Oracle
This could be the test and I might be your know it all
Cutting precision surgical
When I slice 'em beats,
gettin surgical
Feels like CURI's season ain't Fallin
I'm Cutting off my dawg yeah
Ain't falling I'm flying over ya'll
the curb and serve ya the dime
My lines murder you
Killing you wit surgical rhymes
It's closed curtains
They'll be searching through the dirt
been outworking you
I write my verses surgical, that's why I'm trending vertical
I know you can't relate to that, that's why them bitches curving you
I
attitude
Up and down
Longitude And vertigo
Yeah that body top tier
Doesn't need a surgical
Squats got that ass on girl
How many do you do
Very independent
with the mission
You ain't gotta be a doctor, but you gotta be surgical 'fore you can kill it
So until then
Pick up the pen and drill it
Finish
knives to they throats because it's personal
Make sure every cut is surgical
Dump the body by a urinal
Or a port-a-potty whatever the fuck it's called
For
This be surgical shit its time to check-in with ya doctors
really care)
All that bullshit for the birds( for the birds)
Your boy on the the verge(on the verge)
Your boy on the verge(on the verge)
My shit surgical
that noise in ya ear/
I knock off ya headset/
Surgical wit these tools/
That have you boys on bed rest/
Copping a plea, boy what is that/
I never did
screaming lungs
Oh! What a nice surgical precision
You look exactly like I visioned
I know what you are, deceitful snake
You crawled to me, a dear mistake
You
replies merciful
You cocksucker it's personal
Kaaa Too
I'm cursing you
I'll spit these words at you
Perfect and merc you surgical
My knife work is precise
excellence, I'm killin' with ease
Surgical flow, yeah now I'm feelin' clinical
Can't meet you halfway, you can meet me at the pinnacle
All my rhymes criminal
family rich
In the cut like a surgical stitch
Down to the earth but I ain't sucking dick
Just on a high so fly I'm dying
No use in lying
No use in lying
bout curving you
These bullets they really get surgical
Now you lying in bed like vegetable
And the doctor only say eat certain food
So, if smoke what
Bad idea to set fire to your dreams
In my head all I hear is fucking screams
A cavalcade with surgical precision
The tribute of gold is paid in
do with precision
Surgical shit I'll do the incision
Paramedic got people that think that I need them
I been chasing on goals I caught them and bleed
yeah
Whenever I'm on I'll keep the position
To lose or to Win really ain't a decision
Whatever I do I'll do with precision
Surgical I'll do the incision
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