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I carry the Heat like Mourning, nigga
(What?)
Leaver your family in morning, nigga
(What?)
Pop up on 'em where they rest
No warning, nigga
No Bull, that Taurus put .45 in your chest
Like Jordan, nigga
(Yeah!)
I carry the Heat like Mourning, nigga
(What?)
Leaver your family in morning, nigga
(Wooo!)
Pop up on 'em where they rest
No warning, nigga
No Bull, that Taurus put .45 in your chest
Like Jordan, nigga
I’m the GOAT of Sac, the dopest
You can quote whom you believe
(hmmm)
I call my guns LeBron and Jordan
'cause they shoot .223's
So many niggas be lying in their raps
(whew)
I don’t know whom to believe
(No!)
Give them shots, vaccinate them
They act like truth's a disease
Grown so immune to the fake shit
I’m married to the game, no date bitch
Come and get a bar of this great shit
Make a nigga wanna ride out and spray shit
You mark
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it like Bane
Molded by it
It co-opted my heart and infected my brain with scars
I’ve been emboldened by pain
Some shit's too cold to explain, it’s hard
Inhaling, controlling my brain with jars
Escape in a paper plane to Mars, nigga
To the point where I can’t take it now
It's dangerous now
My sense of right and wrong is breaking down
No one is safe and sound
No!
I carry the Heat like Mourning, nigga
(What?)
Leaver your family in morning, nigga
(What?)
Pop up on 'em where they rest
No warning, nigga
No Bull, that Taurus put .45 in your chest
Like Jordan, nigga
(Yeah!)
I carry the Heat like Mourning, nigga
(What?)
Leaver your family in morning, nigga
(Wooo!)
Pop up on 'em where they rest
No warning, nigga
No Bull, that Taurus put .45 in your chest
Like Jordan, nigga
I’m the GOAT of Sac, the dopest
You can quote whom you believe
(hmmm)
I call my guns LeBron and Jordan
'cause they shoot .223's
So many niggas be lying in their raps
(whew)
I don’t know whom to believe
(No!)
Give them shots, vaccinate them
They act like truth's a disease
Grown so immune to the fake shit
I’m married to the game, no date bitch
Come and get a bar of this great shit
Make a nigga wanna ride out and spray shit
You mark
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it like Bane
Molded by it
It co-opted my heart and infected my brain with scars
I’ve been emboldened by pain
Some shit's too cold to explain, it’s hard
Inhaling, controlling my brain with jars
Escape in a paper plane to Mars, nigga
To the point where I can’t take it now
It's dangerous now
My sense of right and wrong is breaking down
No one is safe and sound
No!
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