Lyrics:
soul, I'll swallow yo soul) This underground (I gotta explode, gotta be cold) Nina's bold They couldn't kill me if they sent Dahmer (Why?) Demons they
you can take a fuckin' pill
Yo ass really need to chill
Who the fuck I gotta kill, naw
Maybe sellin' drugs for real, though
'Cause I'm a need to get by
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
racks, I already touched 20 by the time I was 18
I be trynna stay lowkey yall boys be doin shit just to be seen
No Cain and Abel, you touch dexo I kill ya
on
Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release
am I missin' anything else
Surrounded by toxic people that ain't getting me nowhere
Anxiety kills me all the time
So I hide it so people think I'm
the Grim Reaper, 'bout to kill you for your sins
I don't get no love, where's my credibility
I'm making all this music, but nobody feeling me
And don't
talkin too me
Niggas can't be talkin too me
I leave his ass R.I.P
SRT skirt on yo block make it screech
You can't get saved by no bell you ain't Screech
We
And my ex girlfriend said I got a little daughter
I got more places where niggas wanna kill me fill me with slugs
I got some nuts they suck
to kill first
Or how to know a whole from the Earth
Yo they come in all shapes skinny and tall
Easy to fall for the cake
They throwin they walk
Most niggas
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
to kill me too and I put that on everything
Yo
Who in the hood like me
Lyrically big and tall Chuck D
I'm Quadir Lateef
Fuck 5 I'm the best top 3
Ya kill
over me
I'mma need a brown hearse
Encore, dead fresh
Hair weave on my head rest
Supercalifragilistic, I'mma need a
Spell check
Fuck around and get you
Boucher and Gotti
Hey!!
Chorus 3:
All I see is money paper
Yeah!!
Watching me are all these haters
Yeaahmaannn!!
All I see is money paper
It’s my number 1
hate the feel
Kill the pain with pain pills
I see the real followed by the fake I can not relate
In my bag try to beef with me I might retaliate
Just
, Clef
I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid
This is real!
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll
the bags
I done went blind goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass (gangsta)
Tell my shooters, "count me out", and I end up doin' the math (D6, Gansta Rizzeal)
I
The ability to kill is as innate as our ability to love
When someone hurts me I want revenge, I want them in pain, I want them dead
I've got a sickness,
tell your fucking wife to blow me
Nigga, it's still fuck you (Still fuck you)
Yo, still searching for Easter
Pink on Easter Sunday
Black lip pastor Herb
My Lord, you kill me sometimes, you
My Lord, you kill me sometimes
Hold my hand, I will not fall
My mother's eyes get me through all of it
I'll come
Wit words Somebody tell YoGotti nem give me that
Check I deserve, but look let's relocate , I feel a raid comin
Free the gang with double digits, I'm
Yo, ayo, yo
This motherfuckin you know what I'm sayin?
Word up, Akinyele
We ain’t even done disrespectin this
Beat right now by rhymin
This is
friends
See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me
See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds want to indict me
On a murder
get it in
We can’t take no fucking L’s dawg
Cause we was born to win
My niggas go to set trippin'
They’ll kill you and yo mans
Spin his block than rent
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