Lyrics:
time to be a killer
Blood in my eyes
First degree keep the Ruger on my side
Let this money kill my pride
I'm the God of homicides
Pussy boy wanna die
I
one call and am on the way
Come thru later sheets down first 48
Then kill that ugh! wrap it up and? take
Games on it's crunch time I chip
Her off like
Stevo crowned this beat
B.O.B bitch
Up Next REC
Shout out us
Yeah hahahahaha
First thing first, where the motherfuckin' bag
First thing first, where
the Police Officer Station
Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at
The Police Officer Station, and the first was that he
When I talk about my son
I get overjoyed with emotion
But I feel empowered
Because, I tell you
When I first looked into his eyes
I knew he would
by the chosen one (sing it man)
(So let it be written)
(So let it be done)
(To kill the first born pharaoh son)
I'm creeping death
Now, let my people
overlappin', that's a wrap
I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct
Kill they ass with success, they won't like that
Kill they ass with success, they
Dabi m3blow
Papa bi kaa saa )de de hia saa de k)) Owuo mu
Do something for the mean time p3 kakra hy3 wo b)t) mu
Everybro wan get it large nanso
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
pulled up like woooh! Swa!
Niggas did the dash like woah! Cops!
Nigga live life by kill opps, kill opps, opps, opps!
Pussy nigga show me what got!
surrounded by rust and bloodstains
Sometimes I can relate cause protagonist shares my first name
The fog is always thicker on CRT than in my brain
The lines
Damn, BT
I'm more scared of the people livin' than the people that's dead
Sittin' at the cemetery, I lay my head
By myself and my granny, you know I
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
my death parade (parade)
Proud as shit of what I've made
Murder, murder, kill, kill
I promise you will feel
The presence of the dark side
Murder,
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Ha, yeah
Ayy, slide BT
Alright, what the fuck?
Ayy, if money don't buy happiness, then what the fuck it buy?
It damn sure don't buy pain
It damn sure
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one
Let me run it back and restart
Young
simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
are things I did as a teenager
No Instagram or mobile just a BT pager
Down by the statues with the crew felt like a star
two pound fifty for half
Live by the Number and die by the gun
Kill or be killed
Survival of the fittest, pull the trigger the quickest
Kill or be killed
When it’s dog eat dog
so natural
Must confess, haven't been too honest with the actual
Cost of being with MD girl BTS means everything
There's way too many flavors here I
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