HIM (Unmixed)
Jamarieon
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He needs radiation, he got cancer in his bones (So it's on) Rapid Fire, get to shooting out of the chrome (And get him gone) Trigger finger kind of similar to my flow You never know what it's gon' hit But you know that this bitch gon' blow Whether it's off the top or I put the pen to the notes, I'm like Marshall Mathers, Eminem, I call him the goat You know Jason don't miss so I had to come and set the tone I'm really sliding on these beats, why they hate me? Bruh, I don't know But I been watching all my peoples and praying for them to grow Shout out my brother Only got two more years until he come home (Free Tray) Free the real savage, bet they know the real king to the throne And all these other rappers copycats, stealing my brother flow But best believe when he touch down all these other niggas is toast Might drop a bag on a nigga Nah, I'm kidding we don't promote violence But we can take it there If it's a problem, I really don't mind it I promise I'm not these other rappers so let me remind you I be spitting shit you don't catch so you put it behind you I beat the beat from black and white, make it turn into Michael (Yop) I could never lie, like I had my right hand on a Bible And now you stuck bopping to it Like your character's Idle Catch yo momma listening to me in the vegetables isles I'm too different, how I'm spitting like it's a tooth missing I got perfect timing, come through the lane and I could never miss it Or I could pull up like I'm Cade, 'cause he play for the Pistons But f*ck it, enough of that I got some demons to lay to rest When I turn up on the track that's like Jesus giving a test Finna drop some numbers on you, and tell me where are the rest? You making moves like we playing checkers Whole time, I'm playing chess One tuck, if she pick up the phone, then she gon' ride along Two cups, I'm sipping on mud I'm feeling in my zone (Aye) And she gon' ride around with me 'cause she's feeling the flow Roll up, I want three blunts we finna get it on (Aye) Four exits till our destination, we out on the road Five blunts deep, I keep on coughing and I can't feel my toes Six times I almost feel asleep 'cause my eyes was closed Seven more minutes on ETA, then we in the O We did our thing, we secured the bag now we gotta go Eight coppers pulled up behind us with the flashing lights on Nine minutes later I'm on the freeway, you know we gone Ten toes down, we stay solid we ain't gon' never fold He needs radiation, he got cancer in his bones (So it's on) Rapid Fire, get to shooting out of the chrome (And get him gone) Trigger finger kind of similar to my flow You never know what it's gon' hit But you know that this bitch gon' blow Whether it's off the top or I put the pen to the notes, I'm like Marshall Mathers, Eminem, I call him the goat You know Jason don't miss so I had to come and set the tone I'm really sliding on these beats, why they hate me? Bruh, I don't know (Bruh, I don't know) Why they hate me? Bruh I don't know
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