Keep a socom with the silencer
Bitch run lip, then I silence her
Ridin’ down Krome in the slab bwoii
Sippin’ some’n slow, I confide in her I say
Grippin’ this 45 is my second nature but
I ain’t no gansta, still they label nomenclature
I ain’t flippin’, but slippin’, you are
Flee in my mind, but I dip in the car
There in the moment, regret and I know it,
It shows on my face and it seems to so bizarre
My life is to end lives
My life is a virus, ain’t it?
Destroy and create, while they toy,
Procreate, and I see this and hate,
In the iris, look at me
I wanna see thoughts disappear
I wanna watch memories die
I wanna tear families apart
I wanna see ya soul depart…
Trigga with a heart. but I lost it
Gun in up ya hand but ya tossed
Seen the fear in your visage nigga
Ain't nothin’ kin bout our vision nigga
… Losin’ the pressure,
You think that you’re clever,
In light of my gesture, you beg your aggressor,
But truly and wholly, take part
In the pleasure of stainin’ the street, no suppressor
Six shots in that Ocelot,
And I busts head when it’s necessary
Ask a nigga what he wanna be
When he grew up, he said ‘Legendary’.
And that's real
Swallow your pride and bite the barrel,
Taste your God on it
This world is a graveyard
And I'm coping with these psychotropic treatments
I don’t need em, cause this pistol
In my palm control my demons
Step into the chripan firefight, S.A.A'S
Vest on my back, strapped with grenades
I don't care about others we the best in the place
If he step to my face, get caressed with a mace like
Caress me down, caress me down
All these bitches wanna do it but they all let me down
Saw me in a video they wanna molest me now
But during my hiatus it's like they all detest me, wow
I don't even know what to say, I just blow up the place
AUG BAR and I've stolen a tank
Drive it round the city like it's 300 pounds
Like I'm oblivious to everything I crush in the paint
Don't wanna do this shit
When I started it was cool and shit
But niggas started acting foolish quick
And now I'm getting too sick for my own good
Bitches gettin thick and they want wood
I'm staying humble nigga, still made of gold
You in trouble nigga when this blade coming close
End ya life in a second
Them man know that I'm precise with the weapon
When I slice with resentment, make clear
Man steps close then he might end here
When I sight them fears, moving up with the team
I make a pussy nigga scream, entombment of a machine
Like what the fuck does it mean they ain't feeling me?
I been around since the fucking sons of liberty
Wish I could daze off, stay lowkey like Gray Fox
Maybe then all these hypocritics would stay off
But of course, none of that would ever happen
I hate people more than anyone could imagine
This is an era of a musical depression
I just watch it subside in a pitiful regression
Swallow your pride and bite the barrel,
Taste your God on it
This world is a graveyard
And I'm coping with these psychotropic treatments
I don’t need em, cause this pistol
In my palm control my demons
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