Lyrics:
execution because we could never be finished
Breaking news trying to find a target you in a funeral pursuit
They inscripted your name on those bullets lo
got ready to get home and sound some loot
I'ma pull it, just to think
I got this motherfucking tank by signing a contract
Bitch you better get
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas
but through cell regeneration
The blood accelerates at twice the speed, peep the vindication indeed
Think tank full when you blink, think syncronicity
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
and think
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
a vroom ignition. I'm in the room with 3 nice hoes in 3 positions. And when they slurp they say the dick is delicious. I'm plotting for your position I got
really stank
Nasa jacket on the floor
Next to the last raw
Empty baggy by the tank
If I could go back in time I would
Bottle up all the good
(Inaudible dialog)
Resting my eyes wonder if this is a dream
Barely get by drips of blood
Stain through my fleece
Stumbled across some stones near
of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid
Vicious kinda vicious yeah
I'm sickened by existence
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit
My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I
Neglected by oppressors now they feen for my attention
This raw cut
All sluts be star struck
Give me what I need
Pleasure under shaded trees
90
repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I
In the county jail I'm straight catchin hell
Facin strikin 3, goin crazy in my jail cell
Goddamn, I'm thinkin through
They tryna hit me 25 for
‘Fact is
My practice requires three square meals’
Wanna know how camel hair feels
On the back of your neck
When you’ve trekked
With the goats
Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
eighty-four
The charlatans be insane
Give into a weighty war
Secrets, pursed lips
With initiation sips
Blood in, blood out
Put to rest in the crypts
From
come by me might end up on tanks
She could be light skin or she could be dark skin, just as long as that pussy come pink
See what I spit but I know they
Hook:
(Sausa)
Gas in my tank yeah I’m putting on mileage
Dick in her guts you can tell by the eyelids
Super fly hoodie and my wrist got me blinded
Godly spirits
With a tainted brain
Trapped in the Hell
Of this 3-D plane
Constructed by leeches
That have something to gain
From dragging human souls
in the door, pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas,
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