Alright, here we go, 12th. Real quick, nig
She on her knees like a sinner
I get under y'all niggas skin like splinters
Cheap but good like a TV Dinner
My breath smells like Liqour
I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper
(He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch
(He dead) I killed him (Amen) Bitch
Got me feeling like Matrix, dodge your bullets like fake shit
I try my hardest to be patient, For these niggas be vacant
Long time ago, damn I feel like I'm Acient, blast off like a spaceship
Punctuate to the statement, This hatred I crave it, as I make it
I will eat it and then deny, I've done filled my appetite
I don't hang around like Suicide, I gotta get me a ride
And if I don't start it with a Why, then don't even reply
LeBron when I finish, I only aim for these highlights
24 million eyes on me, I am the spotlight, get it right
Stuck staring at my ass, get outta my headlights
You niggas get exterminated you fucking parasite
I got more room, I can finish it every night
(He dead, amen) That's what they telling me
White all over my nose, I'm stuck in the seventies
Lyrical pistol, cock it aind aim at celebrities
Bull shit for lunch, brown bag, I dont your recipe
May I just Pull up at your fucking residence
Stories are cheap and your talking ain't selling it
Gold star, I'm either 1st grade or a fucking deputy
Yeah, Keller dont even Hellen me, dont even go telling me
Bars dropping on they head unconscious, studio felony
Cooking up your talk and I hope that taste lemony (BITCH)
She on her knees like a sinner
I get under y'all niggas skin like splinters
Cheap but good like a TV Dinner
My breath smells like Liqour
I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper
(He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch
(He dead) I killed him (Amen) Bitch
Got me feeling like Matrix, dodge your bullets like fake shit
I try my hardest to be patient, For these niggas be vacant
Long time ago, damn I feel like I'm Acient, blast off like a spaceship
Punctuate to the statement, This hatred I crave it, as I make it
I will eat it and then deny, I've done filled my appetite
I don't hang around like Suicide, I gotta get me a ride
And if I don't start it with a Why, then don't even reply
LeBron when I finish, I only aim for these highlights
24 million eyes on me, I am the spotlight, get it right
Stuck staring at my ass, get outta my headlights
You niggas get exterminated you fucking parasite
I got more room, I can finish it every night
(He dead, amen) That's what they telling me
White all over my nose, I'm stuck in the seventies
Lyrical pistol, cock it aind aim at celebrities
Bull shit for lunch, brown bag, I dont your recipe
May I just Pull up at your fucking residence
Stories are cheap and your talking ain't selling it
Gold star, I'm either 1st grade or a fucking deputy
Yeah, Keller dont even Hellen me, dont even go telling me
Bars dropping on they head unconscious, studio felony
Cooking up your talk and I hope that taste lemony (BITCH)
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