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— One shot to my head, one shot to Rennet’s…are your ready Rennet?

— I don’t think I want to play…

— Are you ready… you don’t wanna play… Bad Luck

We never came to wreck everything that you were living for

(It just happened that’s it)

You haven’t heard of us I’ve been a murderer this is a

(Classic Action acting)

Like I’ve been up on a pedestal, you are the metaphor

(I've Been writing slowly)

We are the virus you don’t have the antidote anymore

(Kill you softly only)

Cutting the ties with the 'tied of me'

Try to rewire me via my tiring

Like a leviathan, I’m here to fire them

Liar we’re higher than hippies retiring

Never Aspiring, Finna rub the chalk off the black board;

Please don’t tell me what I can afford

Never birthright-gorrilla-oh wah-war lords

Liquid sword swing a corner like a 4 door

Generation fed by Ritalin we don’t want anymore

(It's been getting lonely)

Best bring an umbrella for your girl when I walk in through the door

(Bleeding from the copping)

Said I won’t pop, won’t pop till you fall

See your girl drop she drop to these balls

My outlook on life, see they call truth depression

But had you all guessing from how I’ve been stepping

I don’t wanna be… anything less than a symbol

But still I wanna kill it, wanna be there to the end till

Mans respects, mans will get merked in a sec-end

Ink up on my neck its triple one to the death end

Say I got a gun for a tongue, motherfucker I’m a weapon

They don’t even know me, they don’t even question

I… I Know

I move slow

Please don’t go

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Bitch its — eyes low, running empty

My pockets locked from shady hands just tryna roll a 20

You think it’s hot, but only know the face don’t know the message

Spend a month inside my head you’d probably fucking end it

(Sour you don’t know me better)

Every little body I done, got the best of

I’ma go and lick on the sun with the rest of

Sip up on a bottle of rum get the test off

Liquid in the pit of my lung that’s arrest of

Cardiac but back snapped

Cover my trace I’m eyes closed

With eight crystal bottles, a case and hydro

Piston pump in line smoke

Got my wrist in chains but I’m broke

Risk for change that I know

Got a blistering game of hot flow

Never miss the shot when I go

Get twisted up by god knows

If you see me in the thick of the cut then gung ho

Everyone is thrown back it’s a fact that I’m a tall man

Centerfold snap in my lap like contortion

Ripple like the nipple of nuns all aboard Triple —

C LXV, Double X IV Foursome

Break from the core, never ready for the war man

Coursing the halls with calls of mid morning

Crash tackle the mill;

drop bombs with no warning

I came to kill, you sleep in beds dormant

Crave that’s on me

Face I only

Smoke gone take me

Know my making

I… I Know

I move slow

Please don’t go

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