Lyrics:
care or do you not really give a shit?
I don't care no more, standing out the door
I'm still playing nice now
Why you gotta play around?
Fight anyway,
because I
Wasn't too sure what the other stuff was
I wasn't in the mood to do much socializing
So I kept the first day meet
And greet short i guess not
Strangler, Charles Manson
No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin
Five Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury
St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury
Wanna
ain't no killer though (I ain't no killer though)
I ain't no bitch neither (I ain't no bitch neither)
I try to keep the peace but keep a piece for peeps
Back in this bitch now it's time to get busy
With a bad lil bitch she sitting real pretty
I'm counting this money no time to get jiggy
We done spun
those ain't pecs
You are rocking tits mother fucker you are talking dick
Oh keep an eye on your homies cause they be the ones throwing hits
When you don't
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new?
She know when I call it's for a reason, so
me up my city t'd
But don't hand where you can't be man don't ask why permanent z's
I can't lie a lot of goofies but it's killers in these streets
I
my niggas dying, that's the reason why I feel cursed
I was only twelve when I jumped off that porch, head first
Before I pay that bounty, imma make
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
never do that shit cause i keep it right on tone go shawty i see in the depth im iced out yeah yeah counting checks im counting checks yeah counting
want to loose, all I want to do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it
killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don't wanna loose, all i wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?
Keep it gangsta y'all, Keep it
shit, speak language i understand
i am the monalisa, i can do things that i can
i am the lion, ain't nobody can really do tame
killer killer need
now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond
Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year
tears I'm drowning in
Severely astounded with
This lifestyle
Cause right now I'm barely counting in
My blessings as I receive them
And my question is do
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as cold as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
A young,
I want to be surrounded by clouds and
The fiery flames to lighten the pounds
Bitch
Bud smoke is like a killer
Keeping that grass up in they chest
whole life is a allegory
The truth I speak is a double-edge
And that's why there's no matrimony
Everybody knows what I came to do
So they separate
be
But now I'm older and I learned it's bout the money
I'm going hard and all you niggas gone see
When I'm sitting high counting all my muh Fucking
since the 90's yeh that's a known fact
Ill never see em again I think about it ion know how to act
So a nigga gotta do better now
Fuck that we counting
to game that's my matrimony
Why you niggas acting phony
Young Ahli how the fuck you keep em numbers going
Even when em wack boys be hating on you
But boy I
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still still fuckin' talkin'
You niggas still breathin'
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still still
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