Lyrics:
in
Logical was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, left small traces
Engraved his chest
Left him for death
Left him on his last breath
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
(Zaytoven)
Kodak
I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
And even though I'm rich, I still keep 'em near me
I gotta
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
So fast can you slow down
I'm just tryna take time
Watch it go down
They like FRESCO
Can we get the old sound
Lex fight night
Front row showdown
So
a fuckin' killer
Many gone too soon like Pac, Guru, Mac Miller
Some ah dem fake
Some ah dem snakes
Some of them consumed by envy & hate
No need to wait nor
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
yelling out
Demons that fought inside of me taught society how to rejoice
The killers on sight of me, privacy obviously was lost
And the fraud piracy
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
There is a voice without a sound
I'm sure that killers are all around
United fool bewitched by words
These weapons take control
Unjustifiable
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
that half the King Killer Beez
Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
And my
I'm out here all day
From when you hear the sounds of the car skidding
Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whats up - never
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
Payne's slayin' the
Debonair Writin' like I got the visuals there
Residual fear, my sound spins, puncture your ears
Defendable by no man, so no man do we
I play it smooth been playing this by own rules recording off the protocols
I'm slanging whole food
Immaculate than most dudes
I'm bumping Caldwell
Quarterback Killer Will bitch you know we savage
Pussy bare hare She fucks Roger Rabbits
Catch you in the open I just might pass it
Sabb Halo got gas bitch I
There’s a killer among us
You can call me imposter
I be walking through the woods
Like your girl when you lost her
I'm adopting new styles
Like
Smoking on that good good 'til I can't stand up
I'm a killer from the west, got that juice like Tropicana
Locked in, hoe I'm on my A-game
Strains nothing
you find your death
Hands of the killer queen
Will detach from me
When the targets seen
Switchng bodies never seen
The cats inside me bubbles pop
If
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
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