And this the

Murder season

Lyrically I'm cursed to be

Murder in the first degree

Always irking me and smirking me

Coming over me with urgency

Hot as fucking mercury

Flying over 3rd degree uh

Aint no black belt this more a burgundy

Like the blood on leaves or the trees when I murder the

Pencil bleed

Write it so it gets out to my mini-me's

Shout out to my enemies

I be poppin' shit until infinite

But fuck a 9 to 5

I'm a badass til I die

You can see me getting high

Is that a plane or a guy

Well the words that he's fly

Heard that the boy's high

No pimp touch the sky Lil homies back alive

And he's back taking lives

And it don't matter

Cause I've been on my new shit my new shit clatter

Trynna write fast but my brain takes the ladder

And jumps in outer space and leaves me on Saturn

Oh

Oh I know

That my mind ain't all I know

Cause I black out on the flow

And start killing all these hoes

This the type of shit you mu fuckas ain't be running with

This cold as Ice Cube in Compton with the dummy sick

Leavin with the money quick

Rock a fella faster

Or Rockafeller bastard

Either way it goes get the money get it mastered

I rock you with the flow that I chose when I was plastered

Leave me with yo hoes at yo shows you a bastard

Standing on my money it feel like a sand castle

So I'm ending everybody in my way right now

And tell that mu fucka in my lane pipe down

Cause I be skirting past em with my headlights out

If you can see my flying you a dead boy now

Imma take you to the sky and let your parachute out

With cut cable ties whatcha gonna do now

Shit a fall this high over street ka pow

So i bring you to the ocean let the sea play foul

Uh see food now

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I'm making music like history

My problem is my misery

The places that I witness ain't no kin to me

I'm standing up defensively

My chopper shoot a centipede

Lyrically a feared MC

Nobody coming near the me

I got that mic gripped hard then its meant to be

My Wu-Tang shit

I'm drawing swords at the enemy

But my clan It

I'm pulling cords on anybody

Who say they own my clique

Yea own my shit

Yea the flow that I be fucking

She cumming I'm still humping

Nobody can keep my cuffed in

I'm Wyling like K's husband

On codeine without the stuffing

My eyes low yea I be buzzing

A bee but my sting honey

Addicted to cream money uh

This is just the intro

It's welcoming to my album

If you choose to further proceed

Then I hope you see the outcome

Of this murder first degree

And I hope if you witness me

That you know your gonna die

So it's over for you

So peace