Lyrics:
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't want to drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my x-girl's 4x4
Can
I let a lot of homies slide
Only got a few left by my side
Never liked feuding with my guys
But I know that we gon be alright (Yeah, yeah)
A few
this year
A truth to be told
I was outsmarted by Lucy's performance
Pushing all those grams
From here to Vietnam
There were no time for romance
Fell in
And karmas real watch it eat your soul
Now she's Skiing down a volcano, with nose full of drano
Her chemical romance, he's given her both hands
But he never
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
Vibrant flashes in my mind
Remind me of a foregone time
The blackened faces, broken romance
Blackened faces
My broken heart has bled
With
frantically jerks on the pavement
Blood soaked running home to the sound of ravens
High off of homicide, feeling my heart racing
Inspired by Michael Myers,
Cause' i'm hanging by a thread
They want me dead
Just get me out of here
Said i'm trapped in my head
They left many dead
Cause' i'm trapped in this lonely
spin
By now I'm use to it's sickening movement
It's an illusion
It's a reminder
That my time is looming
Hardly a human
I'm just a vassal
The chemicals
holding on my breathe so chemicals will never rise
There's nothing left for me and no more words to write
When you were just a lonely soul that tried
on me time for all that cash we wasted
Books and housing fees
I'm feeling old at twenty three
I'm weirded out by young ass hoes
They never seen a dvd
My
that's been treating my limbs
I got salt by the pound it's now sinking or swim
Huffing and puffing with chemical codes
Follow no rules I'm the sensible
Bet it all, better off, get on stages
Dead ‘em all, send 'em off, press on cages
Press my mink coat, suppressed by steam boat
The press might deep
I've learned
From my mistakes
I regret the decision
No use dwelling on the past
I'm haunted by death vision
Can't fuck I'm dead, left
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Humbled by the goddess
Baby dragon
Regal flairs
Hanging orchids
Spiraling lotus
I sit and cross my feet
And contemplate the nature of creation
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
practically pissing out honey
I was named best rapper by the magazine Fishing and Hunting
I'm the best I'm the best, I'm the best
Got to get it off my chest,
Remind me of a foregone time
Blackened faces, broken romance
Blackened faces
My broken heart has bled
With memories of a love that's dead
Sometimes
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
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