I'm something like a heartless beat
I'm like clogging your arteries
My hypothesis is that you wont make it though this
Hit her wit balls like batting cages oh now you have started me
A lot of power in a small displacement how u can describe
A king like me, king Greed, always paid greed
Money from the stand but we not selling lemonade please
This black snap like pictures but no Kodak understand me
This shit is too easy believe that I separate these bars like they're string cheese
Read you like an open book I really like to finish things
Tom Brady, Michael Jordan, I just wanna get them rings
I been up I'm killin things, I'm bad bitch, Billie Jean
I rose out my coffin with black Rose's placed upon me
My white suit is still flawless and I still have all my organs
I'm here for my revenge I can't Be counted out I'm Jason
That lightning strike revives me then I attack like it's Tekken
The point of what I am saying, is that it brings me to life
So i probably kill you first, because I'm not gone die tonight
I'm gone take you off this earth like you had the baddest high
Real niggas don't Die we just get fat and old
Kids make us stressed and broke, wife just wont leave us alone
For a single f*cking minute while we're looking at our phones
So you stupid hoe niggas got not a candle you can hold
Bitch
U do shit that real niggas dont
Snitch
On yo head ain't worth a billfold
Better watch out for them niggas that be claiming they yo bros
They'll stab you in the back for some name brand clothes
Come for yo fam for only a key of coke
All i'm trying to say is that your friends are your foes
Your friends are your foes
All i'm trying to say is that you wont make it home
Death's at your nose
I've had a makeover it changed me
Now i'm straight faced goin 40 miles over 80
Im on the highway. Rock by baby
Knock yo ass out. My counter punch is crazy
Killa in my pocket no cam purple haze me
I'm wit the scooby snacks but no mystery machine
Got the arm and hammer on me, finna whip me the cream
My soul broke but you wont ever get to fix me
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I'm something like a heartless beat
I'm like clogging your arteries
My hypothesis is that you wont make it though this
Hit her wit balls like batting cages oh now you have started me
A lot of power in a small displacement how u can describe
A king like me, king Greed, always paid greed
Money from the stand but we not selling lemonade please
This black snap like pictures but no Kodak understand me
This shit is too easy believe that I separate these bars like they're string cheese
Read you like an open book I really like to finish things
Tom Brady, Michael Jordan, I just wanna get them rings
I been up I'm killin things, I'm bad bitch, Billie Jean
I rose out my coffin with black Rose's placed upon me
My white suit is still flawless and I still have all my organs
I'm here for my revenge I can't Be counted out I'm Jason
That lightning strike revives me then I attack like it's Tekken
The point of what I am saying, is that it brings me to life
So i probably kill you first, because I'm not gone die tonight
I'm gone take you off this earth like you had the baddest high
Real niggas don't Die we just get fat and old
Kids make us stressed and broke, wife just wont leave us alone
For a single f*cking minute while we're looking at our phones
So you stupid hoe niggas got not a candle you can hold
Bitch
U do shit that real niggas dont
Snitch
On yo head ain't worth a billfold
Better watch out for them niggas that be claiming they yo bros
They'll stab you in the back for some name brand clothes
Come for yo fam for only a key of coke
All i'm trying to say is that your friends are your foes
Your friends are your foes
All i'm trying to say is that you wont make it home
Death's at your nose
I've had a makeover it changed me
Now i'm straight faced goin 40 miles over 80
Im on the highway. Rock by baby
Knock yo ass out. My counter punch is crazy
Killa in my pocket no cam purple haze me
I'm wit the scooby snacks but no mystery machine
Got the arm and hammer on me, finna whip me the cream
My soul broke but you wont ever get to fix me
I'm like clogging your arteries
My hypothesis is that you wont make it though this
Hit her wit balls like batting cages oh now you have started me
A lot of power in a small displacement how u can describe
A king like me, king Greed, always paid greed
Money from the stand but we not selling lemonade please
This black snap like pictures but no Kodak understand me
This shit is too easy believe that I separate these bars like they're string cheese
Read you like an open book I really like to finish things
Tom Brady, Michael Jordan, I just wanna get them rings
I been up I'm killin things, I'm bad bitch, Billie Jean
I rose out my coffin with black Rose's placed upon me
My white suit is still flawless and I still have all my organs
I'm here for my revenge I can't Be counted out I'm Jason
That lightning strike revives me then I attack like it's Tekken
The point of what I am saying, is that it brings me to life
So i probably kill you first, because I'm not gone die tonight
I'm gone take you off this earth like you had the baddest high
Real niggas don't Die we just get fat and old
Kids make us stressed and broke, wife just wont leave us alone
For a single f*cking minute while we're looking at our phones
So you stupid hoe niggas got not a candle you can hold
Bitch
U do shit that real niggas dont
Snitch
On yo head ain't worth a billfold
Better watch out for them niggas that be claiming they yo bros
They'll stab you in the back for some name brand clothes
Come for yo fam for only a key of coke
All i'm trying to say is that your friends are your foes
Your friends are your foes
All i'm trying to say is that you wont make it home
Death's at your nose
I've had a makeover it changed me
Now i'm straight faced goin 40 miles over 80
Im on the highway. Rock by baby
Knock yo ass out. My counter punch is crazy
Killa in my pocket no cam purple haze me
I'm wit the scooby snacks but no mystery machine
Got the arm and hammer on me, finna whip me the cream
My soul broke but you wont ever get to fix me
Writer: Breanthony Paul
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