[Verse]
It started off in a dark room, options is a jail or a dark tomb
Thinking of ways for treasure, sniff the mist from a mushroom
It's poison, the evil's the only thing making noise when
Feeling betrayed by family, deceitful friends aren't your boys and
He got a call from a mysterious voice, maybe the serpent
He spoke on Resident Evil and infamous churches
Told him of certain powers he proposed
Gave him a task and promised that the powers be bestowed
Gave him a soul to execute a laceration
No liberation, as I extend assassination
Subtle with fear, but with the demon in my ear
I be rubbin' my hands together like the season of the year
Planning a plot, brief intelligence on the spot
Not many cops upon this castaway block
So many fiends, I knew it was a cocaine spot
Remembered the foul voice told me of cocaine drops
After 12 o'clock, so I patiently waited
Anything pull up suspicious, I'm gon' spray it
Sat in the whip with the headlights off
Breathin' hard as my cold heart gets consumed by frost
A carbon 15, a prop to make the scene proper
From far away, that bitch look like a grenade launcher
Seen a white van pull up with a ladder on top
Thinking to myself, "Who out workin' at 1 o'clock?"
Two got out, they led 'em into the spot
One was carrying a bag, the other holding a box
So I hopped out the V, and start unloadin' the stock
Sprayed the whole damn van, it seemed like 300 shots
Ran up in the house, niggas was blasting the Koch
So much confusion, and niggas was grabbin' on Glocks
Feeling compromised, I took the bricks unauthorized
As I looked in his eyes and seen the darkness rise
Almost to the door, walkin' through bullets and shit
Shootin' the stick, oh shit, Tha God got hit
Limpin' through the door trying to get to the whip
They still shooting, that's when I realized I emptied the clip
Hopped in the Chevy, they shootin' at Tha God, heavy
Started the engine and burned rubber on my Perellis
Bleedin' all over my seats, I feel weak
But I still got possession of the bag that you speak
I'm bleedin' out, cops lurkin' heavy from all of the shots
I'm tryna drive but I'm still survivin' the shot
But the bleeding won't stop, a nigga crashed into rocks
Fleein' from cops, gave up and collapsed on the spot
Damn
It started off in a dark room, options is a jail or a dark tomb
Thinking of ways for treasure, sniff the mist from a mushroom
It's poison, the evil's the only thing making noise when
Feeling betrayed by family, deceitful friends aren't your boys and
He got a call from a mysterious voice, maybe the serpent
He spoke on Resident Evil and infamous churches
Told him of certain powers he proposed
Gave him a task and promised that the powers be bestowed
Gave him a soul to execute a laceration
No liberation, as I extend assassination
Subtle with fear, but with the demon in my ear
I be rubbin' my hands together like the season of the year
Planning a plot, brief intelligence on the spot
Not many cops upon this castaway block
So many fiends, I knew it was a cocaine spot
Remembered the foul voice told me of cocaine drops
After 12 o'clock, so I patiently waited
Anything pull up suspicious, I'm gon' spray it
Sat in the whip with the headlights off
Breathin' hard as my cold heart gets consumed by frost
A carbon 15, a prop to make the scene proper
From far away, that bitch look like a grenade launcher
Seen a white van pull up with a ladder on top
Thinking to myself, "Who out workin' at 1 o'clock?"
Two got out, they led 'em into the spot
One was carrying a bag, the other holding a box
So I hopped out the V, and start unloadin' the stock
Sprayed the whole damn van, it seemed like 300 shots
Ran up in the house, niggas was blasting the Koch
So much confusion, and niggas was grabbin' on Glocks
Feeling compromised, I took the bricks unauthorized
As I looked in his eyes and seen the darkness rise
Almost to the door, walkin' through bullets and shit
Shootin' the stick, oh shit, Tha God got hit
Limpin' through the door trying to get to the whip
They still shooting, that's when I realized I emptied the clip
Hopped in the Chevy, they shootin' at Tha God, heavy
Started the engine and burned rubber on my Perellis
Bleedin' all over my seats, I feel weak
But I still got possession of the bag that you speak
I'm bleedin' out, cops lurkin' heavy from all of the shots
I'm tryna drive but I'm still survivin' the shot
But the bleeding won't stop, a nigga crashed into rocks
Fleein' from cops, gave up and collapsed on the spot
Damn
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