Lyrics:
What happened to niggas who said they had my back
Like, yeah, what happened to that
I'm in the raq surrounded by all these killers
I still be
Puma Adidas
Couple treacherous killers, they were old school leaders
He gave them the order and some cash with a hoopty
Time for revenge, to get some
testing
Real life killer he a real life weapon
Never seen nothing but the block that he repping
Cop come and hit the block
Got them niggas stressing
Stop
lying, they is not killers
See myself throwing sand at the rocks
Just hope you not with the opposite when I get 'em
I need you right now, in a room by
Them shooters and killers (Oh)
Let's get it, rawest shit you ever seen
This the kerosene self made shit out the
Everglades by the Evergreens
Fuck
to my world of horror where these killers will take your life
You won't see the break of day I'm killing em all by the end of the night
You can hide I do
the killers dwell
Now I hope my album sell
To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
To a place where we
by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it
Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement
Been itching, to make you
Turn you to dust!
Heart's filled with rust!
Homie I'm changing you know it's a must!
Kicking up dust
Like Elon Musk
I got a rocket ship
Flying by
rhymes
So I’ve got my dukes up
Flow smooth like butter - Mondokuma
I’ll block your sound like a Deluxe Room
Leave you spinning like a pinwheel
Pinwheel
and once again they're running
Back into the hospital
Into a private room
A woman with a pillow is standing by the bed
The patient lying in it seems to be
Like a little malignant pig farm killer viscous crawling through hospital air ducts no one suspects a thing kid
This infant to cut your oxygen supply
another presence standing in the room
The future looks bleak without the promise of meat.
I attack myself internally
Guided by forces unseen.
This aching
they ain't got no airtime,
For me to be this fly,
I gave up everything that weighs me down,
Cz I'm like Travis Scott
The highest in the room
discrete
Dropping bombs to leave them in disbelief
Debrief me when I enter the room cause
I’ll leave your carcass floating by the moon
That means outer space
he's locked in a dirty room
with his dry eyes after the prom
the party passed thirty times by his mind
he's in a easy room for the darkness to find
bitch is
So don't get it twisted
I'm never pressed by nobody who's really for everybody
Flexible like pilates, bend over for Rice & Chinese
White, Right?
rockin' when you come through nobody here for causing trouble
Room full of elegant gangstas, ladies looking who can blame us
Give the groove all power,
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
Southside cop killer queens
Circle the vehicle and squeeze
she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed
sleep while cold north wind blows
The snowflakes are falling, the roof a white blanket
There's ice on the window pane, she waits alone
She sits by
blatantlly horizontal
Models then swallowed by famished potholes
And I'm tired
Tied up on these functions
Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice
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