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It's alright It's alright Go Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide Okay, it's come to my attention I ain't come to yours yet For anybody still inside I'm at the fucking doorstep I got my dogs by my side if you're talking far fetch I ain't lying but test my pride I'll squeeze back like corsets don't forget When my signature signed in time like 44 shit It's time for your forfeit I'll make this 44 fit Inside of two lips say bye to your breath Say hi to tulips your body's soulless And that shit was a metaphor for anybody tryna play me Have we met before? Or you just trying to get on my team Who you betting on? I heard you said it wrong or I'm three But I get it dawg Cause you don't know what I'm bout to release It's heat Let it roar through my teeth Bit off more than I needed This shit is all from in deep I should've known I'd be running shit I was born on my feet And thorns need to be covering bodies born in concrete Speak Whoah Could you ever look past what you know? Could you ever learn to grasp what you don't? If you only look back when you grow You don't get to take back what you broke What you broke What you broke What you broke What you broke Prepare for the heat While I prepare to count the dinero I'm airing the sheets Like the Isleys Y'all been between them I'm burying beats That's filicide cause I'm who conceived them I'm ready to eat Kronos on anybody competing The heritage Greek Dare me to speak prepare for defeat This shit ain't a competition Why you staring at me? You tryna see If behind my eyes I carry the key But look beneath them I carry kilos I barely get sleep That's the secret If this life's a bitch then what are you to me? I ain't new to shit This shit is new to me It's at my attention I ain't come to yours yet If you ain't six feet under me you're out of your depth I'm a prophet You're a product For the profit For the Prada Fuck your business On my own Fuck your limits Cut the rope Hit the floor Could you ever look past what you know? Could you ever learn to grasp what you don't? If you only look back when you grow You don't get to take back what you broke Get to take back what you Take back what you broke Get to take back what you Take back what you broke Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide, Filicide
Writer(s): Phineas Peters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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