Letra

Nose full of Katy Perry rollin' ridin' shotgun Acting like I ain't got sense cause I ain't got none No religious bitches in my circle I ain't got none Gotta leave a crater in this game before the clock's done Now watch where were headed taking shots come and get it Hip hop menace some say we we never should of got breaded Let if fly moving through the sky losing sight of us My predecessors accepting my destiny's Midas touch Mouth stuffed with Ecstasy in a state of nirvana With a belly full of Molly I'm puffing this marijuana I am on another one I am honored your honor honestly The way they hate on Godi and Ubi is fucking comedy The combination so uncommon a cause of company To covet me and cover my cost cousin now come at me My blood's running I'm 100 no matter what it seem I've done nothing but crush whatever the fuck was in front of me Sh-sh-shots pitchers flicking pics yeah we're on some sicker shit Shooting up with the reverend he's a flipping hypocrite Bathing in the bath salts, loofa made of entrails Seems to be I die in every other role like Denzel U B I, suicide diving why they shoot at me? You and I, Cru is unified minor scrutiny Suit and tie, execute a trooper sign of mutiny Doing time, humans euthanize by the truth in me Ok I'm zoned out turned up wildin' out wavy Rolling up the purple bumpin' Brenda's Got a Baby Working for no money isn't funny it is slavery I'm headed for oblivion can't nobody save me P-P-Planetary collision inner-vision apocalypse Demonology, monetary topple metropolis Inequality military coddle the populous Mephistopheles headed full throttle for opulence Corner offices sexy secretaries and emails Demonic packages are delivered minus the details Three rails later I pop it without a second look The roll is for a chick and this carnage is for the record book Tell my momma I'm sorry my job is so obnoxious Body full of toxins I probably will never process Paradigm shifting stiffin up catch a witch's ride Wish that I would switch it up different but why simplify Too fly launchpad crash land I'm a wreck it Looking for the black box FBI search method Soul of Saddam I'm the motherfucking bomb, check it Inspiration of Hitler Bruce Lee's work ethic Sun Tzu manifested, Dali Lama mindstate Hijack a G6 tripping trying to fly straight Spun a lie I wonder why they wonder why I'm irate Violation summon my emotion I annihilate Buy the bait get em to bite it and I might could buy the weight Soon as we start eating these suckers are gonna try to hate I related hard to see people do better than you Strangers form a line outside hours before we open the venue Let me continue, feel the bad vibe calling, I might could dial it back Motherfuck a rapper talking bout I want my style back Punks ice grilling me, I smile back, I relax Hired for my prior stats, why attack? Fire back! Tire's flat footin' it pure fuckery I am that People think this shit's a result of me smoking fire crack Fade to black, freebasing in the back of a ratty shack Killer city misery's one hell of a habitat What's been happening? Now they asking me what got into me? Galvanize the lives of whoever's in my proximity Lock stock artillery cock and aim at the industry Paint a picture of pain and pleasure inside a symphony We got the chemistry on a struggle for constant energy My aura's looking more like the color of what a killer's be Killer beat nothing to fornicate with a killer bee The pen and pads the remedy for whatever is illing me Philistines lurking in silhouettes get the guillotine Stomping out your day-mares then we coming to kill a dream Snap awake activate all civilians evacuate Back away pack a n9ne sacrifices we had so make Strapped for time apex predator bout to gravitate Back to shine fall out of place I'm a put em back in line Back-Back inside my lane fraternizing with fame I shoot it rapid, fire at your brain We masterminding the game ha!
Writer(s): Michael Summers, Mike Viglione, Donnie King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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