Shaway - Deathrow! Lyrics

I'm a yung jit, still going in, Benjamin
He was in the office, I'll kick you out this bitch
Didn't have to run from 12 like Jake on a blitz
Running from my own trail, had to put me up a fence

All these long days hurtin' like you better pucker lips
I'm a hurdle over the mountain, anything life throw
In this bitch mind, I don't even wanna share it though
In a hot rod, I might slide in an auto

Falling six feet deep for the bih death row
All the liquor up in my cup, yell, damn otter
The people knocked it off
I didn't even wanna f*ck with you, you really not my dog

How the hell you wanna f*ck with me and then you knock me down
Don't wanna see the broad, don't even like my type
And I'm knowing what I know, and I cannot be right
You really stumbling and you couldn't stomach

I've been digesting facts like I wanted knowledge
They dont believe in me like I seen a saucer
Like I really need the space, baby, you is not beloved
Baby wanna be a part of genes, wanna see my sausage

I got all these good genes, baby, we could go and prosper
We could f*ck together, but that don't mean I'm great father
Every single 50 shades, it's gonna get harder
Everybody find a way to hate

Put shades on, no bother
Know the nigga really hate, full throttle, go bottle
I don't even need a bottle, I'ma just smoke ghanja
Listen up, class, nigga, I'm your real proctor

Like her witta, little class, no, we gon' go farther
Hit a nigga with the glass, don't play with my problem
If I hit on your woman, then I'll be the bother
They not in lense, so they could not toggle

Know that they was off the steps, so I could not bother
Creeping up your steps, like a damn creepy crawler
Walking up in your crib, no invite, I'm the robber
Like me see your insides, where the flaws at residing

Got my staff on my side, I make wind
All the stamina inside, need win
That bitch still in fairyland, playing all pretend
I'm a young jit, still going in, bitch, I'm in

If you was in the office, I'll kick you out, this bitch
Didn't have to run from 12, like Jake on the blitz
Running from my own trail, had to put me up a fence
All these long days hurting, like you better pucker lips

I'm a hurdle over the mountain, anything life throw
In this bitch mind, I don't even want to share though
In a hot rod, Ima slide in an auto
Fallin' six feet, deep for the bih death row

All the liquor up in my cup, yell damn otter