Lyrics

The weight is spoilin' my lungs It's like the bloodline is royal Kingpin shit, yeah, the whole team's loyal I switched up vans, when the bags hit the soil My chest hurt, Gary with the cereal, milk oil (oh, boy) I fell asleep and woke up to another play I had to win, I been eatin' anyway Fuck a chain, I start a trust for all my friends' kids Celebratin', I'm knowin' this can end quick Check the resume, I never play Watch it all accelerate Accept it, I'ma set the rates You know me, I need C.O.D I got on sellin' cheap OG's It's hard to be lowkey My vision blurry from the psychedelics Another store, I know my rivals felt it Pre-sell everything, you have to try and sell it I don't have to market share, I'm gettin' kinda selfish, yeah In Melrose, did a quarter ticket My brother Alex brought a bag when he came to visit I'm in my zone, God bless the vision 24-7, nah, there ain't no intermissions Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (kill, kill, kill) Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (die, die, die) Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (kill, kill, kill) Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game I came home with 28 cents, now I'm multi-platinum They want me back in, boy, I bought a Bentayga with the backend But way before that, way before rap, I was somewhere with a strap I ain't even see this shit comin', this was God's doin', that's a fact I thought I was gon' come home, link up with bro, get the bag In the midst of that, I'ma try to rap, then my first song got a plaque Then my first show hit capacity and these niggas got the audacity to be askin' me When I ain't had shit to hand 'em, they laughed at me Now money counters make up for my lack of mathematics You ain't where you wanna be 'cause you be half-steppin' Niggas hate to meet they fate, man, that's just sad, ain't it? Meanwhile I'm with yo' ho, this lil' bitch bad, ain't she? I'm just sick I had some people die before they saw this shit They ask me how much I wanna make, I told 'em all that shit I learned you don't finish with the people that you started with It's bittersweet (it's bittersweet) But R.I.P, ay Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (kill, kill, kill) Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (die, die, die) Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (kill, kill, kill) Kill 'em all, slowly (murder, murder) I had to murder the game (die, die, die) (Die, die, die) (Die, die, die) Kill 'em all slowly
Writer(s): Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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