[Intro: Enphamus]
On sight mean it's on sight, I ain't talkin' 'bout the internet
Look into the mirror and you see bitch, it's just time to reflect
I kept losin' sleep because I shot 'em but ain't finished that
Pull the plug before that life support so [?]
[Chorus: Enphamus]
Uh, I'm still doin' that same shit that got me on
Spinned through Neverland, he know he fucked when he at home alone
I'm like Michael J, I do whatever for that blood and bone
I know how it feel to plot on beef, leave out and [?] a home
I hold up my arms and get to wavin' like a sing-a-long
Feel like Birdman, walkin' wit' my arms out like this [?]
Broke bitch must be layin' on the John 'cause she ain't [?]
Blocka bullets rock 'em in his chest, it smell like my cologne
Niggas bluffin', Curtis Snow
[Verse:]
64 shots up in this drac', it gon' be Eazy-E
And B, I got iron like Wizard Kelly, he ain't seein' me
All my real trappers grab yo' scale, come shake the tree wit' me
Definition of a gangster, bitch, just keep a G wit' me
Chill out for the cancer, stay inside if you afraid of smoke
Got off wit' my [?] who shoot first, don't matter what you tote
Triple K, I crossed enough you niggas just to show the rope
Stand up guy, man, since my brother died, I barely made a joke
Fuck be wrong wit' niggas? Think I'm 'posed to feed 'em, ain't yo' daddy
Fuck be wrong wit' bitches? I'm through showin' love, like who yo' caddy?
She just want text, [?] opps that fucked her in the alley
Never felt no fear, pray I'm not the evil [?]
On sight mean it's on sight, I ain't talkin' 'bout the internet
Look into the mirror and you see bitch, it's just time to reflect
I kept losin' sleep because I shot 'em but ain't finished that
Pull the plug before that life support so [?]
[Chorus: Enphamus]
Uh, I'm still doin' that same shit that got me on
Spinned through Neverland, he know he fucked when he at home alone
I'm like Michael J, I do whatever for that blood and bone
I know how it feel to plot on beef, leave out and [?] a home
I hold up my arms and get to wavin' like a sing-a-long
Feel like Birdman, walkin' wit' my arms out like this [?]
Broke bitch must be layin' on the John 'cause she ain't [?]
Blocka bullets rock 'em in his chest, it smell like my cologne
Niggas bluffin', Curtis Snow
[Verse:]
64 shots up in this drac', it gon' be Eazy-E
And B, I got iron like Wizard Kelly, he ain't seein' me
All my real trappers grab yo' scale, come shake the tree wit' me
Definition of a gangster, bitch, just keep a G wit' me
Chill out for the cancer, stay inside if you afraid of smoke
Got off wit' my [?] who shoot first, don't matter what you tote
Triple K, I crossed enough you niggas just to show the rope
Stand up guy, man, since my brother died, I barely made a joke
Fuck be wrong wit' niggas? Think I'm 'posed to feed 'em, ain't yo' daddy
Fuck be wrong wit' bitches? I'm through showin' love, like who yo' caddy?
She just want text, [?] opps that fucked her in the alley
Never felt no fear, pray I'm not the evil [?]
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