Lyrics

Crown on my chain and my slots filled with potions Don't need any drugs when I trip on emotions Don't fuck with the fame But it's part of the motion You're just a lil' stain, bitch And I'm the new KOSA Fucking up functions with all of my peasants Gray$cale the name since I was eleven Smash your bitch like pumpkins I ain't with that fuck shit I'm burning up subs n shit I don't need no luck bitch Fuck a struggle Imma hustle I'm a dog without a muzzle And you're stuck under the rubble Got you solved just like a puzzle Angels hitting up my ringer While I wipe blood off my fingers Leaving half an ounce of stingers When I die my will gon' linger The room fall down beneath my feet I'll stomp in anybody's teeth For talkin' when they shouldn't be For walkin' where they shouldn't be I am now the reason, see They losing sleep, just over me Thirteen king of demons Causing casualties so casually We be rollin' while we rollin', hold up Focus, stay in motion Keep composure, smoking dosure Overflowin', never floppin' Never stoppin', always movin' Groove until the speakers boomin' Who are you, bitch? Who are you? You fuck, you mad as fuck for what? For what? For what? For what? For what? For what? You mad as fuck for what? For what? For what? For what? For what? For what? You mad as fuck for what? For what? For what? For what? For what? For what? You mad as fuck for what? For what? For what? For what? For what? For what? You mad as fuck for what?
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