Lyrics:
My sacrifice got me bleeding
You know that I need it
It's Killa Season
I'm blessed to have demos
I got the vision I see em'
Tryna redeem em'
Look
life, it's like I'm on a video with the wrong guy
Had a plenty ways to change our lives
Heaven is a place that I lived with you
I just wanna never let you
weight
Wrote two verses on the plane back home on some lonesome shit
Sent the demo to Kora, she gave a hook, then we dropped that shit
Somehow in the first
demo
See ya when I see ya hear me on this instrumental
Tell the people I ain't coming in to work tonight
I live my life like everyday it's a Friday night
Know you been talking to a few niggas and all they do is waste your time
They don't know what to do with it so just hit them with the never mind
Way
keep flowing
This is freestyle on the mic this is how it’s going
How you doing baby, how you doing baby?
I’m coming home for the long, for the doing baby
and down we go
Like a see-saw, I love it when you ride it
In and out I go
I'mma stroke it slow, don't tell me no, whoa
Baby let me slide in, we can keep it
all die
But if birth is beautiful
Then so is death
I got you if you feeling depressed
I guess it’s just all a test
Step by step just got to do your
But enough is enough
You don't have to suck it all up
So life can be tough
Punch that witch in the gut
Put that witch in the bag, put the bag in
My bars are layered like complex flavors
It’s way too late to stop the pen stroke
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s way too late to stop
It’s way too
there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!
You like it like that, dontchya baby?
The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy
I stroke so good, like
in a limo
I recorded a demo and you know my MO
H-town slow it way down
Here I picked up the tempo
Thought it was a Benzo
But he wasn't in a Benzo
I
Mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster
Still bonin', word I love the way shorty moanin'
Zonin', word is born niggas is
the chauffer to stop
For a frappachino mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I
Still had my gun in my holster still bonin
Word I love the way shorty moanin
Zonin,
a intro, by now they should get the memo
I never play by the rules, this shit don't come with demos
Embedded, never edited, my realness is genetic
Infatuated
just wanna bone
Ima keep you satisfied
And I won't do no wrong
Ima go give you these strokes
While you do it to my songs
But don't get twisted
gold shirts with red lights
Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken
The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again
Roadie cases for eight months,
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh,
Pussy good, soaking wet
She say if I give her dick
Away she'll be so upset
Argumentative, but not with me
It seems I stroke her best
4th quarter
a top notch pro
Is it wrong that I wanna watch you
Get on top to
Do those things that your friends told you not to
But you don't give a f
You don't
a top notch pro
Is it wrong that I wanna watch you
Get on top to
Do those things that your friends told you not to
But you don't give a fuck
You don't
the signs
Girl you knew me back when America was online
Back way before I made it out the Darkside
Yeah and baby I been livin dog years
Yeah and no one wanna
just snap, they can't take it anymore, they just snap
They go into Mcdonalds and kill fifteen people
I mean what the fuck is going on down at the post
masturbate right now
And if you don’t know how to do it,
Franklin Graham will show you how
11. Stroke it hard, repress your conscience,
Fill up your head with
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