Lyrics

I go silent Money piling I'll be taking What you got Know we smiling But we violent If you step up What you thought Keep it quiet They be hiding But my sense it Stack to top Get to close I'll cut you off Make you fly Like albatross Wrists wet Soaked in ice From my kneck Blood drip Cold death Treat me right Now my breath Fold hits No rest Mould blessed Every step I give Lie gassed No snitch Gonna ruin My fit Like I ain't got enough bleach To you get you off me I ain't got enough seats So why you watching Think i got my life free Hope you dislike me I was dead at 17 Shit i still might be Big stacks Body bags Bitch i'll turn you plastic Stashed it Drop you in The hole i keep my mask in Tic tac Send it back You ain't got my status I know you kept the malice Not stepping through my palace Everybody change When they running outtta rations I'll be just the same Spinning webs outta the madness Demons on the way Static vision static passion Never saw the same Once them bullets did some damage I go silent Money piling I'll be taking What you got Know we smiling But we violent If you step up What you thought Keep it quiet They be hiding But my sense it Stack to top Get to close I'll cut you off Make you fly Like albatross
Writer(s): Damian Michael Bryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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