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I feel like John Wick Bounty on my head, they tryna click-click

Bounty on my head, they gotta get it quick Bounty on my head and it's a self-hit

Okay, will I make it out, I really, I don't know

Will I make it out, they bettin', that Its no If you askin' me, let's take it slow

Okay, feel like John Wick with the chick-chick Checkin' on my gun, my shit go click-click

Checkin' on the time, and it go tick-tick-tick I'm runnin' out of time, lookin' at my brother

and he doin' crimes I look down at myself, I start to realize

Maybe there's a chance and maybe there's a life

A life where I never knew anything that went left

And everything went right Everyone and everything and everyone goes right

Everyone and everything and everyone to the light

But in that case, would there even be a night

And in that case, are we truly even right

Shout out to Palestine, I'm prayin' every night

It's July, that means a part of me is bout to die

It's July, that means a part of me is bout to cry

I got beef with July since last July It's really the worst that I felt in a while

I feel like John Wick Bounty on my head, they tryna click-click

Bounty on my head, they gotta get it quick Bounty on my head and it's a self-hit

Yeah, it's a self-hit, extended clip

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