The Very End

Middle fingers up to the feds Many men say they want me dead Run it up til the very end It's all about paper my nigga I pop smoke for the dividends Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head You better not play with me nigga Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like Ayyee Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeert That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whoo Fully loaded aimed at your dome, If you want smoke like, Brrtt Bahh I'm sick and tired of violence I been secluded on a island Vibin' by my lonesome I been hiding Cause I move low key don't mean I'm frightened I just keep my business private That's a private life, on a private plane I can't even name the pilot Hop off the jet, i might have jet lag but that's yet to be decided Smoke Marry Jane get back on the plane but nahh this time I'm not flying I break down the tree and get the highest That loud so good it's got me silent I done got so high I stopped replying I told the play I'm on the way but he already knows I'm lying Counting money got me occupied is that good or bad timing Killing beats verbal homicide every time I get to writing That hit stick goes a hundred yard like it's playing for the Titans These niggas say they wanna kill me but that's very unlikely Don't make death threats you might excite me I'll spark a stick quick just like some lightning Gotta gun so big it looks surprising Leave a nigga shell shocked cause I'm not fighting You don't want that real beef cause you gone have to kill me Your best bets to duck, turn and run, cause I'll kill me a nigga Middle fingers up to the feds Many men say they want me dead Run it up til the very end It's all about paper my nigga I pop smoke for the dividends Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head You better not play with me nigga Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like Ayyye Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeerrt That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whooo Fully loaded aimed at your dome, If you want smoke like, Brrt Bahh Many men say they want me dead But those same men used to be my friends Good vibes came to an end And now I'm not sparing these niggas Fuck that I ain't scared of these niggaz I'll kill yo ass if you threatening me nigga I'm ten toes down to the ground Until they come bury me nigga I've never been scared to die So fucking with me is like committing suicide Cat like reflexes with the nine, like I'm living my eighth life Quick to pull a trigger, bullets hit and split ya Like he was swisher, he thought it was sweet until I made him bitter Shots to his body fucking up his liver Send out ammunition til it gets delivered But I'm really not trynna known as a killer I been keeping the peace But them killers around gone stay with a missile Heavy artillery for any nigga trynna kill me with a pistol Shoot as far as I can see, with accuracy They will, but I won't miss you You don't want that real beef cause you gone have to kill me Your best bets to duck, turn and run, cause I'll kill me a nigga Middle fingers up to the feds Many men say they want me dead Run it up til the very end It's all about paper my nigga I pop smoke for the dividends Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head You better not play with me nigga Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like Ayyee Counting money, making plays, push the whip like, Skeerrt That's yo bitch, she ride the dick with both hands up like, Whoo Fully loaded aimed at your dome, If you want smoke like, Brtt Bahh