When I pop off you niggas pop soft
I'll treat you niggas like my mind
Tell you bitches get lost
Cuz i've been scrambling my thoughts
Villain chillin inside that casket
Getting my feet rubbed my Angela basset
My bitch been on that tough talk
My words are my weapon leaving niggas on that cross walk
My thinking is enlightened known as the black john locke
You throwing baby tantrums had to put on that child lock
What you niggas really asking for
My demons always loitering right in front of that drugstore
Standing at attention when I pull at the front door
Only got that good shit white bitches be begging for more
Had get up brush myself off then head out
Left my dreams goals and aspirations back inside my moms house
And if I go back I'm bagging up all of my feelings
Along with heads of them niggas that tried me different
Blood on the floor
Souls falling out the sky
Blood on the floor
Souls falling out the sky
The minds my strongest tool so I stay reserved
Curved my reckless objectives back when I was in a search
At my discretion I was perplexed when
I was vexed with rejection collected
When being connected with those on the curb
For their acceptance I was magnetic
Mags ejected massive infections
Was spread with this misdirected aesthetic
Records non related to athletics
Let us know that we were projected
To bleed on the floor pride could never protect us
Let us sing
Blood on the floor souls falling out the sky
And I never been the type to run niggas fight with guns
While I've been fighting some Demons
I'm seeing I wouldn't wanna expose
But shit as time goes they grow and show
In all my interactions only a fraction of my time
Is spent not reacting and now I'm blasting
The mag of the magnum temper tantrum
In Tampa left ghetto scandals my stanzas
Are not standing for propaganda my nigga
Blood on the floor souls falling out the sky
Kid Dre - Yeemonz (feat. JO) Lyrics
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When I pop off you niggas pop soft
I'll treat you niggas like my mind
Tell you bitches get lost
Cuz i've been scrambling my thoughts
Villain chillin inside that casket
Getting my feet rubbed my Angela basset
My bitch been on that tough talk
My words are my weapon leaving niggas on that cross walk
My thinking is enlightened known as the black john locke
You throwing baby tantrums had to put on that child lock
What you niggas really asking for
My demons always loitering right in front of that drugstore
Standing at attention when I pull at the front door
Only got that good shit white bitches be begging for more
Had get up brush myself off then head out
Left my dreams goals and aspirations back inside my moms house
And if I go back I'm bagging up all of my feelings
Along with heads of them niggas that tried me different
Blood on the floor
Souls falling out the sky
Blood on the floor
Souls falling out the sky
The minds my strongest tool so I stay reserved
Curved my reckless objectives back when I was in a search
At my discretion I was perplexed when
I was vexed with rejection collected
When being connected with those on the curb
For their acceptance I was magnetic
Mags ejected massive infections
Was spread with this misdirected aesthetic
Records non related to athletics
Let us know that we were projected
To bleed on the floor pride could never protect us
Let us sing
Blood on the floor souls falling out the sky
And I never been the type to run niggas fight with guns
While I've been fighting some Demons
I'm seeing I wouldn't wanna expose
But shit as time goes they grow and show
In all my interactions only a fraction of my time
Is spent not reacting and now I'm blasting
The mag of the magnum temper tantrum
In Tampa left ghetto scandals my stanzas
Are not standing for propaganda my nigga
Blood on the floor souls falling out the sky
I'll treat you niggas like my mind
Tell you bitches get lost
Cuz i've been scrambling my thoughts
Villain chillin inside that casket
Getting my feet rubbed my Angela basset
My bitch been on that tough talk
My words are my weapon leaving niggas on that cross walk
My thinking is enlightened known as the black john locke
You throwing baby tantrums had to put on that child lock
What you niggas really asking for
My demons always loitering right in front of that drugstore
Standing at attention when I pull at the front door
Only got that good shit white bitches be begging for more
Had get up brush myself off then head out
Left my dreams goals and aspirations back inside my moms house
And if I go back I'm bagging up all of my feelings
Along with heads of them niggas that tried me different
Blood on the floor
Souls falling out the sky
Blood on the floor
Souls falling out the sky
The minds my strongest tool so I stay reserved
Curved my reckless objectives back when I was in a search
At my discretion I was perplexed when
I was vexed with rejection collected
When being connected with those on the curb
For their acceptance I was magnetic
Mags ejected massive infections
Was spread with this misdirected aesthetic
Records non related to athletics
Let us know that we were projected
To bleed on the floor pride could never protect us
Let us sing
Blood on the floor souls falling out the sky
And I never been the type to run niggas fight with guns
While I've been fighting some Demons
I'm seeing I wouldn't wanna expose
But shit as time goes they grow and show
In all my interactions only a fraction of my time
Is spent not reacting and now I'm blasting
The mag of the magnum temper tantrum
In Tampa left ghetto scandals my stanzas
Are not standing for propaganda my nigga
Blood on the floor souls falling out the sky
Writer: Andres Tavarez, Josiah Jostar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid