Lyrics

Nobody get in my way Nobody get in my way (What can i say) I am not dying today Y'all better get on the wave (Get on the wave) I heard they talking all crazy Just for the clout boy you shady I do not play wit my babies I press a button and bang Pull up ya pull ups lil baby I am the root of the game I'm the effect and the cause Bless to the gods I think I might be a God Picture that like a collage Picture the flaws I think I might be a genius Add up the bullshit it equals Something you might not conceive This sip of red rum taste like ether Taste of ya blood its a creeper I just might I just might beat ya I just might eat I might deceive ya Think I'm a angel I'm the Grim Reaper Tricks up my sleeve I pull out the beamer Then peel off in Beamer Survival I'm fit Catch me pleading the 5th I'm a king a Negus People do anything to get rich Me ima do what it takes just to live Now I kill em and drill em The number one villain I walk on the ceiling Demolish the building Capsized to a little n- Never mind I switch up my language It's too explicit for my children I feel like a hitter but I keep a hitter Cause I'm just the pitcher I heat up the dinner There's only one winner recruited the sinners They shooting This game getting ruthless I'll show you who the truth is I Red light green light I cannot breathe it's starting to feel amazing If I could not see I could still feel the hatred I cannot breathe it feel like asphyxiation I walk through the flame the fire just fuel my hatred I don't trust nothing You see how I'm coming You won't see me coming You just get concussion and coma These bodies I'm filling my quota It smell like a deadly aroma These rappers I smush em When I get too close to the edge I just jump and lose it It's getting real slim for the shady Im starting to I like how god made me I think I will use and abuse it I don't back down no refusing A trooper I been on my dog but no time for the goofin' I been on my god mode Dippin and duckin' like dodgeball You cannot beat me it's useless Get hit the like the lotto Dippin and duckin' the 5-0 Sippin dulce by the bottle Takin a flight out to Cabo Whippin the carro Cono mi cognac flow stupid Red light Green light
Writer(s): Troy Blair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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