Lyrics:
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
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
Blood stains on my Valentino's
How a nigga been stepping
Ask about us no question
It's just three letters I'm repping
I got great reviews on my last album
head
Fuck tryna get a nut thinking
With my lil head
Real fake I’m a pimp the blood out
I’m a VIP ass nigga with or
With or without I spend it
All these
to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in they head
Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god
I said that was just
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have thee whole Highbridge coming for his head
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound
sayin'?
So what you sayin'?
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
MC's, are jumpin' out shoes and socks
I'm not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
hold a piece of steel
So what you sayin'?
So what you sayin'?
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
MC's, are jumpin' out shoes and socks
I'm
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
boom, then your head has exploded
Blood spraying 'round the room, it is turnin' red
One more second 'till your officially dead
My bitch can't hurt me, so
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
blood gushin from ya arms, legs
Head and stomach i felt the hatred
Cause when I turned around like the Matrix
Comin for me
An array of bullets headin dead
of the Syndicate alliance
Ballin', makin' ya feel the growth
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's
You're fucked, little friend, a voice in your head
Looks who appeared
A killer with beard
So patchy reminds me of albums you did
A grand puppeteer
it's only hell that I raise
Feel like Super-Man
The way you melt by my eye rays
They don't see how
I took control using my ways
Think I drew blood with
the tea with his mom's blood in it And then he gets possessed by the house
And all this crazy shit happens and he kills his sister
Dude get off the fuckin
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
a mic
Now I got my partner singing hooks
And standing by my side
Ride or die
You know it takes blood to set it off
And now I'm headed off because
Now I'm
That's over your head like Dirk with the jumper
Ain't ever over we betting the under this was my album be back by the summer
Ha probably before that
Ha
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
wanted to do
I knew it
I knew it ever since I first saw Kill Bill
I been flowin' like that blood, Uma Thurman spill
None other than the RZA, yeah he
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album amputated
Scream the name out Killah
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