I swear no one guns are on or not over me, touch a scream yet festin on the scene I been
I swear no one guns are on or not over me, touch a scream yet festin on the scene I been
Fuck whoever thinkin they king I got no homies, who taught you to be versatile and took the
stones for it, who showed North you can make it out young, without the ACs robberies are
going cunch, listen up uh, I see the unemployment high everybody scrappin, trap rap poppin population
trappin, basic but you poppin, I ain't tryna knock your vision but I miss the days, when
if you couldn't rap you didn't, you seen what Bush can do to humans, that shit real evil,
I never made pee off anything that kills people, except for the times I touch mic and kill
people, I ain't spoke to him in time he thinks we still peoples, used to be my dog he was
in my left titty, chip left niggas, niggas never left chippy, but I ain't chatty patty
all your secrets safe with me, still touch mic on popcorns they kill it
I swear no one guns are on or not over me, touch a scream yet festin on the scene I been
Listen, the whole city sleeping, only the kitties creeping, I'm doing vampire hours
forever beeping, in a position you never wish you would ever be in, I went to sleep in the
morning I rise up in the evening, and I ain't waiting to die I'm tryna live in heaven, fuck
niggas the fiends taught me the biggest lessons, it's sink or swim I'm in it to win, tryna dodge
bing whipping up lemonade when they give me lemons, international S, had to book the top
floor sit back and reflect, I could be still up in the streets with the strap and the vest,
but I'm in the bank doing mathematics cashing them checks, I told my daughter baba daddy gon'
be back in a sec, like Yaka D, your daddy he's a wizard with words, I put him in a verse, now I
got some bags to collect, and all these ladies seeing is the racks on my neck, can't they see
that if it ain't Idris, which nigga this James Bond with it, I got a license to kill, shitting on
the critics, diamonds are forever, my gold finger got stones in it, this model calling she wanna
give me a home visit, Moelola shades, Alix jeans, Alexander McQueen tee, still the steeze so exquisite
I got nothing to prove, these niggas know I did it, been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric
I spare no one guns, I own a lot of them, ain't touch a scream, yet fed, still on the scene, I bent
Yeah, I watch my favorite fiend, wanna die of PTSD, last time I saw her, she was horrified
What the fuck you know about, when you don't wanna ride, but niggas hit your niggas, so you out there
doing what hollow guys, everybody got a heart, here's what's hollow inside, talking to her, she's
so sonic with love, came with a whack, but I pay all my tax, I pray my salat, grab my tuli and then
hit up them flats, facts, SK, CM, niggas brain ain't intact, that's free goat spitting rap, I'm
explaining some facts, I look at my watch and then turn on the tap, the Jake's trying to catch me
slipping, so I turn off the maps, ah, my baby mother will tell you that I'm addicted to whaps,
my older brother will tell you that I was serving in flats, ah, I'm a go down the loneliest road,
it's hard to spend your life brown, when you come from the road...
I spare no one Gunz! I own a lot of them, ain't touch a scream, yet fed still on the scene, I bent
I spare no one Gunz! I own a lot of them, ain't touch a scream, yet fed still on the scene, I bent
I spare no one Gunz! I own a lot of them, ain't touch a scream, yet fed, still on the scene, I bent
I spare no one Gunz! I own a lot of them, ain't touch a scream, yet fed, still on the scene, I bent
