Lyrics:
If I call know she down to ride
I love how she by my side
Got the chopper between her thighs
Little Shorty my ride or die
She come with a killer
shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
learning
It make gas that's just yearning
To blow in the wind
Now you wondering… who's that nigga that made you brainless
(Uchiha)
That nigga nameless
You
Yeah you already know, this Trae mayn
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Doing my motherfucking thang
Feel what I'm saying
This here, for my
know what I mean?
God love us hood niggas (I know)
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas (I know)
And the killers, God love us hood
on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got
And
They showed you how you felt feelings matter
Bruh it's a new world it's a
New world, Barack it's a new world JAY-Z ayy
Don't send killers
At my head,
attention
Trying to build up my own
But the system is broken
How can I build with no home?
Tired of staying up hoping
I know you never owned people
You just
Wondering who's more broken
Or who's the worse for it
How time has passed, the years go so fast
I knew you couldn't last.
Then you had to go and let yourself
sho
Niggas'll throw you out on the freeway with a shell in your dome
And no feelings is shown
Then look inside the eyes of these killers
A blank stare,
play the money shot back in slow-mo
And four for the photo
I got zero tolerance for the po-po
They're unaware that I know
How to get whenever we
Haha
Goddo
Watch who you talking to
My killers catch attitudes, stalk and they follow you
No, I'm not mad at you. They just do what they told, by
egos
The villain of this rap shit
Bodying all your heroes
I click clack
Verbally spit rounds and I sit back
Them other rappers chit chat
Wondering how he
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I don't need killers or drillers
I'll stick to the music
This shit got
abundance like blue hundreds
Investigators steady wondering how these tools funded
Everything I rap Is dope I got the booth jumping
Fuck a gun range we really
be spending your lack of a life in the dirt
I know my worth but my mind isn't sure, how to control the fueding
Truth be told I've been going through it
she just wants love
I'm wondering where my life's gone
How the heck
Am I defined by
Things on my iPhone
I'm wondering where my life's gone
How the heck
Wondering if I am okay
Destroying myself, attacking the enemy
God gave me just one last chance
And if I give in, I'll be dead by daylight
Wondering
could be chocolate or vanilla
And find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killer
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin'
I've been calling on the Lord's name (Whoa)
I hope I ain't calling in vain
'Cause I been wondering how I'm supposed to bring up the name of Christ
In
that's how loves goes
(How love goes)
I guess that's how love goes
Pain killers
Yet no pain has been killed
I assure you I can still feel
Deep down
I feel
the kitchen Call it trap money
I was raised really by the old me Lek
Look what we started
They can not hang with us
We are some killers we are some Monstarz
under ya?
How many blacks are on flights to Columbia?
Not a whole lot
So no wonder you're wondering
You're wonderful hatred is coming in with a thundering
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